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It hit me like a wild boar I'm glad the worst came to pass These battle wounds left me high and dry Cuts so deep A master swordsman would glee Bleeding overflowing to fill a river pass With all your delusions of Grandeur I promise you I will survive I did survive Broken bone won't sway me My dry heart won't stop me My soul forever unyielding You came crashing But I'm still standing.
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Nov 8, 2020
Nov 8, 2020 at 8:27 AM UTC
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It hit me like a wild boar I'm glad the worst came to pass These battle wounds left me high and dry Cuts so deep A master swordsman would glee Bleeding overflowing to fill a river pass With all your delusions of Grandeur I promise you I will survive I did survive Broken bone won't sway me My dry heart won't stop me My soul forever unyielding You came crashing But I'm still standing.
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Nov 8, 2020
Nov 8, 2020 at 8:27 AM UTC
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