i am not the kind that gives up
i have the blood of a fighter that runs inside my veins
i reason out, i follow rules,
i am a critic of reason even
i hold my ground when i am right
fight and die if needed
by all means, look at me, i got scars in my face
i have a broken arm
my tongue is cut,
i have only three fingers left
my backbone is shortened
but i do not give up, if death then let it be
for i, in truth, does not belong here
we are not the same, you are human,
no more, am i.
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