I do.
Not for you.
This is for my kids.
My friends have made their bids.
For you there is only hate.
For me you can only berate.
One day, I will win.
That should be my only sin.
You have no power over me.
I am as strong as I could be.
Beat me, cut me, turn me red.
I will not leave them, not matter how much I've bled.
The cowl comes up and I see you start.
I finally see you fall apart.
I haven't felt this good in awhile.
Because now, you see me smile.
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