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Battling Ones Pride


My body is aching My hands are shaking My legs are getting weak Knowing an uphill battle is what you seek Stranded, Abandoned, with no place to turn Imminent attack on me is what I learn The battle has no victors only people of defeat A daughter long lost to never again I'll meet Your plan all along was total isolation This war you started without the slightest hesitation Lacking empathy and total remorse My actions are quite limited, and by you they're forced The sight of victory in nowhere in sight With no compromise or regret, for this we'll always fight These constant battles chip away my love for you This war is destroying all my happy memories too With no end in sight, no conclusions to any fights And the inability to compromise any of your rights We will forever be at war. You are my enemy, back home, and out here.
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