The measure of strength.

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I feel kind of numb,

My heart's a frantic drum.

I wish I had the strength,

To travel this great length.

I need to keep going,

There is no way of knowing, 

How much it will take.

But I cannot break.

I will stand tall,

Against them all.

Pushing against the words,

That cut like agile swords.

The wounds don't show,

That doesn't mean they don't flow.

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