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Piece by piece I'm falling apart
Inch by inch I'm standing a tall
With each whimper my voice turning shallow,
When with each passing thought my thoughts turning deep.
Whether to stand or fall,
Whether to walk or stay,
Whether to fight or renounce,
Now it's the Hobson's choice.
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