Stand Up

You slipped
You fell
But you always stand up.

You cried
You sobbed
But you always shut up.

You gash
You bleed
But you wipe up your groans.

You laugh
You snort
For you restored your wounds.

It is indeed the proper thing,
Be brave my friend, do fear nothing,
Stand up and fight, the angel sent
For you have the power and strength.

by Wylrhyss Terrado

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