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Unknown unknownUnknown friends with / Unknown faces / Unknown ways to

@afrodita-nestor44

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we fightwe fight / I know it isn't right / but we fight

@Facy-meemster4

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WavesRiding a wave of happiness and sadness. / Thinking I'm out, / Only to be drowned again.

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fight... to the deathThey call me a fighter, / But... / I'm tired of fighting.

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fightingFighting to stay afloat / Fighting to get a grip / Fighting to stop and catch a breath

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The deerThe deer are buried up to their necks / in the sandy soil / the struggle for purchase

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Blooming SpiritsEven though humans struggle to live and darkness is easier memorized than light.. / Moments of bliss and happiness are still likely to occur, / Perhaps not today perhaps it will take a longer time,

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One fightAnd then he told me that the only solution was to stand back up and fight / but I felt that I was only losing and I was right / Piercing through whatever was left of me

@taylor-shelton5

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ColosseumI'm tired of this death match / fighting for my place / amongst the scattered remains

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Smile :)*Smile, dear* / *And let the world see* / *How strong and brave*

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The dark prayerWhen the day is done for the infantry, / they bow their heads and take a knee, / they clasp their hands and start to pray,

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Warrior/HeroI have been training, / My whole entire life, / to get ready for the fight,

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Nothing worth fighting forI'm a better man for leavin' / Than just staying here decievin' / Myself into believin'

@roger-turner19

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Death and ApathySend my dreams to the paper press / I've got too much to confess / This whole mind is a mess

@jordan-rowan47

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Happy Little Pill.He smiled at me and said 'here, take this' / It was a happy little pill of his and it would feel bliss / I smiled and gave him a kiss saying, 'thank you baby'

@just-another-lost-soul91

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Biracial AnthemWhite skin / Black blood / Devil's curls

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Day Lightsangry men who do not know I do not have a dollar or a cig to spare. Ugly irrefutable contagion-handed howlers. Angry mischievous heathens that pantomime on 6:00a.m. sidewalk, Wicker Park gallow stop-sign, choreographed gutter-punk drunk walk. And of all he wants and could ever want splits down his gooey membrane brain in the outline of a noun shaped fragment of a clause, "Couldja spare 80¢ for the train," but of course I don't spare on the ellipsis or the period. Semi-colons I won't! My rubber-bottomed leather boots lash out, heavy scraping sounds trail this mirrored shadow half an angle behind me. / Shitt!! Blonde framed sunglasses from American Apparel, a gift from my sister in a folded Ray-Ban case is scattered on last nights bedroom floor, my girlfriend has certainly not noticed, the gloom-coated morning sun spray has not noticed; but I have unzipped a fissure in the ocular lens. My heart skips a beat. Her bedroom might as well have swallowed them whole. Now the house can halt and have the shade, swaying in Spring air in 10:22a.m. shadows. The aviator himself Howard Hughes would strike me with his 488 aircraft. Edwin Starr in his invincible sinister calypso of War would turn me round. I was sturdy as a rock until I began to forget my forgottens. These unknown unknowns I knew I needed. I'm over a quarter-century on to noon going nowhere- and quite blindly. / But then, still she could stand upright and find me. Her neck crooked, looking onward through the East, the gristly roots of rhubarb buried in her searching fingernails. She's threaded worse, and of course if I could just tell her- this is the kind of nursing which requires acute temperament and flexibility. I am thus on a journey to strike nonsense and fear from the idiotic vocabulary that put this nonsense in my head. Split through me like a butter knife into my apotropaic. Perhaps tar water could cure my ails. If not, certainly a sliver of vanilla would set me straight. Or if could just rain rain rain all day, then I'd make do without, but she is at school. My pistons are racked and nervous, and I'm not going anywhere but my rucksack stoop. I am camped in midwestern Spring soup. Fog, rain, and shade. The nightmare of day.

@martin-narrod32

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The FightingspiritWhat might it be, that lets some just not give up when there is / absolutely no reason to continue fighting any longer ? / As I question this to myself, in a room filled with candle light,

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A War Worth FightingBelieve me, I've been in love before, / And it's not a battlefield; it's a war. / I've fought hard,

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A fight to the finishOur fighting spirit is the flame of our souls / Ensures us to reach in our most desperate times impossible seeming goals / Even if you should be full of misery, full of holes, it picks you up, fills you with confidence, pride, excitement and determination,

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For youI pray for you night and day. / Sometimes, as I do the dishes, or play videogames. / You look so gentle, you sleeping phoenix.

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Fighting Demons*Sitting here / All alone / Or at least I think I am alone

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Little Toy SoldiersLittle Toy Soldiers going off to war / None will ever live to see age twenty four / None of them even know what they're fighting for

@roger-turner49

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I'm Still FightingDon't mistake survival for happiness, / Read behind the eyes, / Read between the lines,

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