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War


I go to battle everyday, Not with criminals or terrorists, no. My opponent is much closer to me. Every turn I make it's there Whispering in my ear that I am nothing. Everything I do it dissects me. Happiness comes, but is gone in an instant. There's nothing I can do! Things come but quickly disappear. There are no more tears left to cry, Everything is leaving. Love, what is love? because I surely don't have any. It takes without caring, It came so suddenly, It's here to stay. There's nothing I can do! Oh so many thoughts cross my mind because of you. To end your power over me is what I desire. It is you I want to stop, You, who is doing this, You, that I hate! What is "it" that I am up against? I am at War with myself And there's nothing I can do.
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