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Nov 2016
I kicked, i boxed
I punched and screaned
This whole ordeal feels like a dream
And though I fought in anguish
The flames never seems to be extinguished
I kicked and punched with all my might
And still, it seem like a one sided fight
I gave it my all, though it was not enough She looked into my eyes and called my every bluff
Her words pierced my soul
Her touch metal cold

Me, myself ,I and her
The battle line was visible
The war seems impossible
Yet that tiny voice in the back of my head
Pleading with me not to roll over and drop dead
Kept me alive, and I aim to survive
No matter the cost of this battle
It has to be fought
Whether is may be through storms or drought
I'll defend my fortress without a doubt
Even if its something I dread
I'll defeat those voices in my head

*Β©La Vida Love
Soeka laborde
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Soeka laborde  23/F/St. Vincent and the grena
(23/F/St. Vincent and the grena)   
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