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It's not about the weapons, right,
it's all about the plan. If you've got your concept tight then you can take them, man. It's not about how big you are, or if you're really rich. It's all about wearing your scars, and bearing that endless itch. It's not about standing your ground, refusing to be flexed. More of it's a flowing sound, that refuses to be vexed. It's never just a casual game, never a lazy day off. Sometimes it can cause some pain, and you may get quite lost. It's never about the losing, never about looking back. There's always time for more musing, ever time for another attack.
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