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In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade. And he carries a reminder, of every glove that layed him donw or cut him til he cried out in his anger and his shame, "I am leaving, I am leaving" but the fighter still remains...
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*reads*
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y u read?
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D':
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I am just a poor boy though my stories seldom told, I have squandered my existance for a pocket full of mumbles such are promises... All lies in chance, still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.
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