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I fought the good fight one too many times. The constant running, hiding, yelling. When will it end. I can feel my hands getting weak and my knees beginning to unbuckle. When will it end? Let this battle yield if only for a moment. Let these tired eyes mend Let my broken body rest tonight. If only just for the night.
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Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 12:55 PM UTC
The End
I fought the good fight one too many times. The constant running, hiding, yelling. When will it end. I can feel my hands getting weak and my knees beginning to unbuckle. When will it end? Let this battle yield if only for a moment. Let these tired eyes mend Let my broken body rest tonight. If only just for the night.
katcole
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Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 12:55 PM UTC
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