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You have to keep fighting.
That stronger, faster, better you is waiting at the end of whatever battle you're fighting.
It's not the end.
It's only the beginning.
You have to get up
. Despite the numerous times you've been slammed into the ground you have to dust yourself off and ask "is that all you got?" Because you're strong.
Know it. Own it.
Trust me, I know.
And if you have to go down, go down fighting with everything you've got. Never stop fighting.
Please.
I'm sure someday we will meet and show our battle scars and talk about how we made it.
Sleep easy tonight.
You need to rest.
Blessings and Love ❤❤❤
想你 想你 想你 想你 想你 想你.
想你 想你 想你 想你 想你 想你 想你想.
想你 想你 想你 想你 想你 想你.
想你 想你 想你 想你想 想你.
想你想见你 想你想你 想你 想你 想你想.
Arise, ye prisoners of want.
For reason in revolt now thunders,
and at last ends the age of cant!
Away with all your superstitions,
Servile masses, arise, arise!
We'll change henceforth the old tradition,
And spurn the dust to win the prize!
So comrades, come rally,
And the last fight let us face.
The Internationale
Unites the human race.
No more deluded by reaction,
On tyrants only we'll make war!
The soldiers too will take strike action,
They'll break ranks and fight no more!
And if those cannibals keep trying,
To sacrifice us to their pride,
They soon shall hear the bullets flying,
We'll shoot the generals on our own side.
No saviour from on high delivers,
No faith have we in prince or peer.
Our own right hand the chains must shiver,
Chains of hatred, greed and fear.
E'er the thieves will out with their booty,
And to all give a happier lot.
Each at his forge must do their duty,
And we'll strike the iron while it's hot.[/b]