It is not death that the most valiant warriors fear,
for it is their own mind that makes them cautious.
For I, too, am a warrior
fighting on a battlefield called life.
My life is the war,
and my thoughts are my sword.
Yet it is not the cruelty life inflicts upon me
that leaves me vulnerable.
It is my own blade, my own thoughts,
that turn inward
and stab my back when I need them most.
Oh, how absurd it once sounded to me
and yet this is the truth that binds me now.
I remember the past,
as vivid as memory allows,
when I lived freely,
unburdened, unafraid.
For there was a time
when I was not a captive
not imprisoned by the very thoughts
that now weigh me down…
Dec 31, 2025
Dec 31, 2025 at 1:40 AM UTC
It is not death that the most valiant warriors fear,
for it is their own mind that makes them cautious.
For I, too, am a warrior
fighting on a battlefield called life.
My life is the war,
and my thoughts are my sword.
Yet it is not the cruelty life inflicts upon me
that leaves me vulnerable.
It is my own blade, my own thoughts,
that turn inward
and stab my back when I need them most.
Oh, how absurd it once sounded to me
and yet this is the truth that binds me now.
I remember the past,
as vivid as memory allows,
when I lived freely,
unburdened, unafraid.
For there was a time
when I was not a captive
not imprisoned by the very thoughts
that now weigh me down…
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