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Pride

Driven by every emotion                                                          An uneasy potion                                                                       Provided for strength                                                             Used in ignorance.                                                                              Put before all                                                                    Built like a wooden door                                                    Trying to keep up                                                                      Everything else being tough.                                                   Pieced together in a box                                                           Prowling like a sly fox                                                              Releasing a hidden fate                                                            Not knowing it's to late.                                                         Built for strength                                                                   But used to intense                                                                 Bleeding the soul, Until its turnt old.

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