FieldersNL
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I've always thought of fighting, I was born to fight,
I always thought I'd die fighting who opposed me,
I've dreamt of dying by a tree, under a sunrise in the morning.
I think of that moment, every morning I wake up to.
But I fought and yet here I stood.
In this hell hole of a place.

Is this the end?
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