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The tired Warrior


How much longer can she put up a fight? She's killing one after the other of the enemy but she's starting to tire. Her sword quivers in her hand Not from fear but from exhaustion. Even though Her arrow vibrates on her bow, she hits her mark with accuracy, but she tires. With every kill With every aim With every breath, she tires. When will this warrior get to rest? When will the battle end? Her body is screaming sleep! Her mind is screaming sleep! Her soul is screaming sleep! But the more they scream the more the battle seems to grow. How will this warrior survive? She knows that someone has her back. She know that she is taken care of. She knows times will get better. She knows that the war will end. But when will she rest?
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lilju2
This poem just relates the truth of how people sometimes feel about life.

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