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Welcome to my Xanga
my heart skips a beat, when the adrenaline rushes, but my feet dont, theres no song i dont scream, theres no movement i make w/o sweating, i need no stage for stage presence, the floor is my battlefield, and the battlefield is my playgrund, my arena, my turf, my stadium, Its my court, i am the judge, the jury& the executioner, each opponent is a victim, as am i, fore i am bound by the rules of engagment, i am a solider without a gun, my body is my weapon, and no one comands or holds domain over my actions, i am as free as a bird, trapped in this cage of conflict, i can fly, im not afriad to fall, i kno no bounds, iv been in to many battles to surrender to defeat, i face death in any situation, iv killed and been killed, blew up and been blown up, yet no one has died, with one guestur i can end it all, one still moment i can mak u stand, i jus need 1, 1 time to prov to you, im 1 & only, 1 of many, 1 in the same, im not alone, i am what we r. . .
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