I've chosen
to stand up
and take the lead.
To fight for even
just one chance
to breath.
But my tortured mind
keeps twisting undone
and I shall parish
in this battle no
matter who's won.
This cruel world
can be hard to trust,
but we can make it
if it's just us.

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