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We are the fighters of rights,
Not pieces who you choose us to be.
Your times, your places,
Gone from my concern of bounds.
You fight your fight,
I fight mine.
Leave us all from what you accept,
What you want.
This is not a perfect world.
This is mine.
My achievements, not yours.
I want to see yours.
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