You mumble, you arch your back.
When in a bad mood I say: cut the slack.
You're stubborn when you're supposed to fight.
These things don't get well by themselves overnight.
I never see a clenched fist.
I never see willpower.
I never see you go for it.
And now is the 11th hour.
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