I do stuff. So there.
You enter through the doorway.
I start to feel the pain.
You pound me into heartless walls
for cold and thoughtless gain.
You cry out in frustration
when I escape your wrath.
You focus on my movement
to contradict my path.
I just don’t understand this.
How can I make you see?
If that’s the guy you want to beat,
hit him instead of me!
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