A fight we had, fist to fist,
no winner walks away.
You wake up cheery, smiling silly,
Looks like a great day.
To the bathroom I go. pull out the
make,
How powder, covers bruise,
but never hides my pain,
But i will still be standing,
just like everyday.....
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