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May 2017
do you ever get that feeling
like you're just blindly stumbling around
half awake, half drunk with dread
as if your feet is scared of the ground
and you hate it because it drags on
it's not like you even have a choice
screaming for help doesn't work either
when you've already lost your voice
battlefields where there shouldn't be
and countless casualties in your soul
they all search for bodies
but your stoic face serves as the wall.

i'm in a constant battle with myself
half awake, half drunk with dread
and every night i lay awake
hoping these thoughts won't leave me dead.
warriors, fighting the most difficult battle of life - yourself.
thebutterfly-writes
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thebutterfly-writes  18/F/Philippines
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