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Weak
You don’t see me as weak
Even stripped bare
And glistening with sweat
From hard labour
You see all this muscle
Taut, bulging and hard
It’s impossible to see
How I’ve been scarred
Those muscles still bulge
As my fists pound my flesh
This skin still glistens
When covered in my blood
From cuts so fresh
When the world’s on my shoulders
That bulk is just another straw
Upon this Titan's back
You don’t see me as weak
How could you?
When my form
Shows such strength
But that’s what I am...
Weak.
Even stripped bare
And glistening with sweat
From hard labour
You see all this muscle
Taut, bulging and hard
It’s impossible to see
How I’ve been scarred
Those muscles still bulge
As my fists pound my flesh
This skin still glistens
When covered in my blood
From cuts so fresh
When the world’s on my shoulders
That bulk is just another straw
Upon this Titan's back
You don’t see me as weak
How could you?
When my form
Shows such strength
But that’s what I am...
Weak.
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