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I’ll let my fists talk or then just take a walk.
However I might just feel at any given moment, 'cause I am haunted by this internal torment.
It’s always been there, inside of me, fuelling me, giving me what I need to carry on and yes, sometimes fight.
Or rather, fight back as I did not start this, battle, this war even. Simply carrying on. Trying to survive in this world filled with grime.
As yes I’m angry, but can you really blame me?
Gimme a fight!
But what I’m really asking is… gimme some love will ya, please?