I feel quite nauseous,
Even though I have already thrown up.
My whole body hurts,
It is frail, not a plaything.
The head is still ringing,
Probably a small fracture.
Still,
Bloody lips and cracked skin.
Broken teeth and twisted arms.
All is worth it,
If it was to protect you.
I am still happy,
I was able to do something good in this world.
It brings me a smile,
To know you still stand,
Today.
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