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My life has been no game
I grew up with no pleasure
It was all pain
The life I’ve lived was all black
No shades of grey and no light
I’ve seen it all and it made me tough
It made me do things I’m ┬ánot proud about
Still I’m standing tall
Because things that do not kill you, makes you strong

I am not an angel
I have been raised in hell

I will not ask for forgiveness
When I smash your face…

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