Confidence Inside Me

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I love the sharp pain

And the loud bang

Of a laced leather glove

Driving through your brain

 

Many call it " the salvage science"

I call it organized violence.

There is no such thing as silence;

When you look around it's all bightness.

 

The ref looks at you;

Then looks at me.

But we all know

He cant help but to

See the confidence inside me

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