Pride kept me strong My faith was weak, I could not build upon Their hands strangled me. I asked if death perhaps could intervene Sweat burned my skin and just like me it made this wound unclean A ghost teasing me. I could not let him see my segrecy This time the weight is off my back I kept myself sincere The pressure had to leave This hour the boiling blood has calmed I kept myself serene The pressure had to leave The pressure had to leave
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