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hey little fighter,
please drop your
handy lighter,
give me your razors,
now please life up
your sleeves,
your scars will stay
but your bruises will
soon fade away,
now please eat
because angel you're
worth something to
me,
so take it in,
take it in and breathe,
know things get better,
because darling even
in this gloomy
weather,
it can't rain forever.

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