Blow after blow after blow
Draining away my smile
With each hit
The basin runs dry
Roll with the punches
Or they will knock you down
As you writhe upon the ground
It will come back with swift
kicks
Only when you cry out
Do others take notice
Sneering at your weakness
Scared to admit that they harbor their
own
Life continues to move on
Rushing by increasingly fast
So you must stand again
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