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May I choose to walk tall

They see the one who Cannot cope with difficulties Is naive to the dangers That must come The one of whom they will say: “We need a victim That one will do” For fear is a bewilderment An uncertainty in mind It chokes the breath Narcotises the blood Makes its victims stoop and slink As small, compressed things In a world that exists for them

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