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I've been fighting so many battles... My sword is weeping My shield is dented My armor bloodied The magic in my eyes has long since been robbed from me. Though are I times I want to roll over and die, I don't... One cannot be strong all the time But I try not to let others see the chinks in my armor Of my mind Of my soul Of my heart I'm so tired... But now,  at least, my heart is now accepting a concept I have always known. I now sees that grave reality.
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Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 3:58 AM UTC
Grave Reality
I've been fighting so many battles... My sword is weeping My shield is dented My armor bloodied The magic in my eyes has long since been robbed from me. Though are I times I want to roll over and die, I don't... One cannot be strong all the time But I try not to let others see the chinks in my armor Of my mind Of my soul Of my heart I'm so tired... But now,  at least, my heart is now accepting a concept I have always known. I now sees that grave reality.
Been absolutely hellish...but I'm still here. Least I can write about it when the going gets tough.... Happy Christmas Eve, everyone
#grave#reality#pain#sadness#strength#armour#journey#life
Lyn-Purcell
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Lyn-Purcell
28/F/United Kingdom
Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 3:58 AM UTC
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