I am battle weary, fresh from the fray.
But now I will live another day.
I have fought this war almost to the death.
Now I can take another breath.
I am starting to get back on my feet.
Right now I am still a little weak.
I am bloody and bruised and still in some pain.
But now I feel some peace in my brain.
To the victor go the spoils.
And I will no longer be foiled.
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