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The Will to Survive

by trulytyran

*I lose myself deep in thought. Still I took what darkness brought. A war commenced, my mother fought. She lost her grip, her soul was caught. Here I am, a dark brainstorm. A silhouette set still waiting to take form. Seems like everyone is fighting but me. I could be anyone in another reality. Wish I could take a pill and be invincible. Takes power to make everyone incredible. I'm an animal without instinct. Potential in a lockdown precinct. Yet I swim through the deep end from the end back to the beginning. I will find my purpose for living.*
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Written by
trulytyran
22 / M
Published
Aug 4, 2016
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1m
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Rest in paradise, mother.

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#life#pain#death#loss#lost#hurt#purpose
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