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I may be little.

I may be weak.

I may be hanging

by the skin of my teeth.

But I am honest,

And I am true.

And this is frankly,

What I really do.

I am not going to beg.

I am not going to lie.

I am not going to give up.

And eventually I'll die.

But that doesn't matter

Right now and right here.

Because I am living,

Day by day, year by year.

So I don't care they call me little.

I don't care they call me weak.

I don't care if they say I am hanging

by the skin of my teeth.

I am right now.

I am right here.

And really I live with

All those things that I fear.

They scare, they do.

But I am not backing down.

Because once I do,

I will immediately drown.

All of those things out there

That keep me afraid

Won't keep me off of this path,

It's already been laid.

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