undefeated

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My Many Monsters
A lot of monsters roll my way;It’s really hard to make them go away.
I'll keep on running
It was 8th grade, I hope this memory will soon fade. One word. A shot in the dark— Yeah, I’d say you left a mark. Like a bullet piercing through all I ever knew. If only you even had a clue.
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