My hand falls to my face,
The black eye that I have,
Harsh and fatal memories I can't erase,
People I can not beat,
A reputation I now keep,
The deadly scars,
My body holds,
The bloody bruises,
For people who are bold,
Reasons I can't say,
Nor can I ever try to hide,
My body has not quite passed on,
But inside my soul has died,
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