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My body is broken But doesn't really matter How badly beat up I get My soul still wants To pick a fight I guess us fighters Are just made like that We never really know When and how to quit We're too **** tough For our own good We just want that fire So we keep pushing On and forward Forward and on
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Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 12:06 PM UTC
Fighters
My body is broken But doesn't really matter How badly beat up I get My soul still wants To pick a fight I guess us fighters Are just made like that We never really know When and how to quit We're too **** tough For our own good We just want that fire So we keep pushing On and forward Forward and on
A repost of a piece that I wrote last september, while trying to shake myself off a depressive episode... couldn't be more appropriate: I'm fighting really hard right now.
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Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 12:06 PM UTC
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