Listen

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I keep on listening to your hurtful words, the words that mean nothing when you leave. You can call me names but they will keep me tame as I need these words to help me get better, to stand up when you stab me in the back with a thousand knives. You want me to fall, you want me to fail but I will standup and shout back. I am stronger than you think, I won't fall, I'll stand up tall.

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