Trying to get up
But they knocked me down
Until I'm almost dead
When will I finally die?
I know it's my round
You just cut me out
Calling me weak
And I chose to ignore it
Just laying down
While they beat me up
Making my sight blur
Until turning into a familiar black
I never give up
Even they knock me down
I'll be strong soon enough
For me to be the last one standing
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POEMS II
Poetry2nd book of poems written by me. All of my poem are written by my past years of writing,
