John DrydenI am sore wounded but not slain I will lay me down and bleed a while And then rise up to fight again
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This quote is one of the most important quotes to me as I am a writer and I have been publically attacked by people who wanted to bring me down. This quote lets me know that even though I am wounded, I can still rise up and fight again.
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- I am sore wounded but not slain I will lay me down and bleed a while And then rise up to fight again
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