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The Masochist
Still i rise
they planted me in acid
death is inferior, i remain Placid
attacking my flesh and bone, I am not shaken I am passive
they never stop, they remain avid
Still i rise
they stoned my character
sue my hopes, I am tormented by their barrister
exploited like I was Africa
Still i rise
No pain shall ever be shown through my eyes
A masochist defies
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