Fighting A War , I Know I Will Loose
Hit me, I wont cry. I won’t utter a word.
Yell at me and little tears may fall from eyes, but I will bite my lip and hold onto my pride.
Let the weight of the world fall on me; tell me I’ve lost two people. Tell me I’m slowly loosing the third. Let me get stitches, and a concussion. Let them turn their snobby backs on me. And I shall collapse. The weight of the world fell upon in 2 months, and I tried to stay strong.
Will I be able to get up from this one?
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