You live, you hope, you try to fight
Your monsters, your demons, your weakness,
For freedom.
Your bones break, you start to decay,
Your hands are going numb.
You begin to fade, like a forgotten rain, an over ripened
Shriveled plumb.
You tried so hard, you ran so fast, you beat a couple too.
But guess what, after all the effort, all that pain still,
Your lips turn blue.
You lost.
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