hit me in the back like a sledgehammer.
you know me, i don't believe in bulletproof vests
or painkillers, no talk-around bullshit.
burned back. concrete. where is this?
at least we're all here, right?
the few who didn't explode.
but you know as well as i do that
these assholes are never gonna let us go,
so we might as well show them what's what,
swallow the blood,
buckle our shoulders back together,
pretend our hands still work,
punch their teeth in while we're still alive,
fuck them up because it's our best chance to
no, the only reason left to survive.
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