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Dec 2017
We are eternally trapped in this.
A battle for the kings.
Who will win?

Forever fighting your words cut me.
Deeper then knives.
With each passing second you become stronger.
Hurtling those weapons at my heart.

I used to be able to dodge them.
But you got better.
Your aim, more accurate.
More strong.

Time is passing,
We're at opposite ends again.
I used to be winning.
You used to lose.

Now the tables have turned.
We are hurtling words at each other.
Fighting against each other.
Hurting who we used to love.
Written by
Triale Soran
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