Lately I've been winning battles left and right.
But even winners get wounded in the fight. People say that I'm amazing; I'm strong beyond my years. But they don't see the enemy staring next to me.
They don't know that I come running home when I fall down.
They don't know who picks me up when no one is around.
I drop my sword and cry for just a while. Coz deep inside this armor the warrior is the child.
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