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Discipline

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Your limbs will ache
Your feet will bleed
The pains of hunger
will stab at your stomach
Stab at your heart
The clouds of smoke
Erase your emotion
Fog your memory
They are not looking for a human
They are looking for a machine
A soldier
The search lights swing wildly
Scattering dust particles as they fall
Scramble across cement
Pick yourself up

Your limbs will ache
Your feet will bleed
Sink into the agony
Count the steps in your head
While the pain rocks your body
Stretch a little higher
Hold a little longer
Don’t look in the mirror
at what you have become
They don’t want a girl
They want a machine
A dancer
The stage lights swing wildly
Scattering dust particles as they fall
Leap across the hardwood floor
Turn yourself around again
There is no time for tears





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