I feel all my battles,
Are gone.
Gone.
Gone.
Every battle that I had,
Is gone.
Gone.
Gone.
A self defeating,
Is gone.
And off of my back.
And alibis,
Are gone...
Too.
Mistakes repeated,
Are gone.
And pushed off the track.
Not to repeat a quick defeating,
To have it in my head...
To cage me in to trap.
Mistakes repeated,
Are gone.
And pushed off the track.
Not to repeat a quick defeating,
To have it in my head...
To cage me in to trap.
Since every battle that I had,
Is gone.
Gone.
Gone.
And off of my back.
All my battles are gone,
Gone.
Gone.
All my battles have shuffled,
And gone.
Gone.
Gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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