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Hey little fighter,

please drop your

handy lighter,

give me your razors,

now lift up your sleeves,

your scars will stay

but your bruises will soon fade away,

Now please eat

because angel your worth something to me,

so take it in,

take it in and breathe,

know things better,

because in this gloomy weather

It can't rain forever.

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