Living

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When the rain is pouring down

And your legs go numb

The cuts on your hands hurt just enough

For you to feel every single one

But never have I ever felt so alive

So you won't see me cry

Unless it is a shout of determination

That will echo off the cliffs

So that every soul in a hundred miles

Will stand up and smile when they hear it!

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