i am at a cross-roads,
in the midst of two dimensions
with a decision that screams life and death.
i have somehow formed the most vitally graphic disconnection,
with a layer of convenience to protect.
& with a certain truth so far-fetched,
all of my years only reflect
a sense of pain,
and a lonely neglect.
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i no longer wear a sense of pride,
my ego has officially died
and everything that’s still inside of me
is in training for a war;
equipped with armor of
an honor that has been here before,
one to endure
with intentions so pure.