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I will fight

by @sevendown

the pain isn’t in my wrist from where the blades would twist but its in my heart where the giant sits. what would rip as your eyes would drip and drip. feels like a million tuns of bricks. my voice was quiet like the sign you read my voice will not drop like it said. my voice will rise. i will not stand idly by watching as my time goes bye. the clock ticks by as i lay here waiting to die. i stopped my self that night from telling myself these bullshit lies. i don’t want to die tonight i will stand up and take to the fight. fight for what i know is right. fight for the ones i wish to sleep soundly at night. i will not die without any light i will fight
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Oct 2, 2014
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just a diddle i made at like 2 or so in the morning

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#night#and#late#shit#diddle
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