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Gladiator
Contributed by
Lydthon15
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Saturday, 9th January 2016 @ 09:56:23 PM in AEST
Topic:
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Don/'/t stab me and then ask why I/'/m bleeding
don/'/t ask what/'/s wrong and then tell me I need
to stop complaining
You create a battlefield where there isn/'/t one
Stop starting fights for your own entertainment
the gladiators days are over
Even the audience looks tired of your games
they seem as though they are tired,nauseous
at the sight of bloodshed
They whisper at me telling me what I should do
they tell me I need to get down and play dead
but I/'/m tired of this too
And I know that even if I/'/m down you won/'/t stop
kicking me, punching me, anything you can do
to get some sort of reaction
And I know that fighting back is considered a
reaction, but so is remaining quiet,but so is
surrendering, but so is existing
I/'/ve decided I/'/ll kick you back, I/'/ll fight you back
because you don/'/t know how strong I/'/ve become
you still think I/'/m weak
But you don/'/t know how strong my feet have become
how callused they/'/ve gotten walking on the path
of eggshells you/'/ve laid out for me
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Lydthon15
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2016-01-09 21:56:23]
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Re: Gladiator
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by Beyfoxman5 on
Sunday, 10th January 2016 @ 09:08:52 AM AEST
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You are finding strength. I like it. Empowering.
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Re: Gladiator
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by xHeathenx on
Wednesday, 13th January 2016 @ 10:52:35 AM AEST
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I like this mang(even if your a lady, I still say mang until I know lol), it reminds me of my high school relationship; a two year off-and-on relationship in which I tried to love selflessly and innocently, as was and for some part, is still my nature, and had not the maturity, nor understanding for what relationship entails. I was whipped to the point of paralysis, and still, I took more and more abuse, with my self never knowing what it was that I endured of why it was that I chose to passively or actively. I never learned in that time to stand up for myself, and by the time she had learned what I meant to be and what it was I wanted to be, and had been full-willing and committed, it was too late for me. I had become broken to the point that I knew not what I was or of what I had felt anymore. A broken person retreated to a self-developed shell, that I still run to from long stretch of time to long stretch of time now. This story is strange and sad, but it was a lesson that had to come to me at some point, when as naive as I was and am. I/'/ve come a long way however, and I feel you have too, and believe me when I say you will come farther. I wish you the best.
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