"VICTIM"

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I am one,
So they claim,
To make others believe. 

That's the aim.
In the hospital, 
I call a friend,
Woke up one day. 

Enough is enough!
I train, I train, 
I fight for the right
To stand on my own.

I need no support,
I need myself to get stronger, to get better.
I've been the victim for too long,
It's like my life is fated to dull.

With a fractured skull,
I am put down,
But I get back up.
I'll fight, I'll live, and I'll fulfill

The desires that drives me, 
that lurk within me.
And till they are fulfilled, 
I'll never fall victim.

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