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I wrap my hands.
Adjust my wear.
Tighten my bands.
Ready to tear.

Standing in the corner to gaze,
Ready to defeat the killer.
Gaze to weak, my goal is to raze.
Lets go,round one, said Mr.Miller.

Again and again i've gotten beat down-
I lay there tossing and turning in bed.
But soon my name will represent this town.
Get in the game, future is in my head.

Sweat is rolling down as I fight.
I soon strive over for the end.
But wait! I seem to see a light.
My dreams are begining to bend!!

I seem to hear a voice, what is it?
Wait! Did I knock her out? Did it fail?
The voice is having a sort of fit.
Stop!Just stop, I need to see, just bail.

"Ah, finally", she said.
"School is just about dead."

What happened?


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