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My fingers bleed, gouged and raw.
The path I took I had to claw.
Each inch I gain push through the pain
The end not near, fight against the fear.
If I look back pain will attack.
Desperately forge on to free.
For I stand tall through it all my blood you see has set me free. I will endure I will endure.

-Prevail

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