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And sitting crossed legged here in the middle of the sideline in the aftermath of the war keeps me still this silent fight being fought on opposite ends of the battle lines wears me to the core leaves me defeated weather worn and sore our casualties worse for wear while we dance around what was this pressure cooker silence needs to linger a little longer the silence is deafening, defeating it is making me strong. Your white flag changes Everything Nothing
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Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 3:26 PM UTC
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And sitting crossed legged here in the middle of the sideline in the aftermath of the war keeps me still this silent fight being fought on opposite ends of the battle lines wears me to the core leaves me defeated weather worn and sore our casualties worse for wear while we dance around what was this pressure cooker silence needs to linger a little longer the silence is deafening, defeating it is making me strong. Your white flag changes Everything Nothing
lucy-winters
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Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 3:26 PM UTC
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