Fight

I cant go on with this pain on my chest

It's like a bolder with its final place of rest

Theres been no greater sin

Than keeping this all locked in

You've thrown me and shunned me

Theres no way that you could see

The fear in my eyes

And one day it will be I to rise

I will stop that fist which pounds on my face

I will end the torture that makes my heart race

The war inside me that youve caused

will end with its creator showing their flaws

I will stand in the light

And against you it will be my first and final fight.

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