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The inner battle that is faced everyday.

Submitted:Jun 20, 2011    Reads: 116    Comments: 37    Likes: 10   

Darkness envelops me in comforting wings,

Want creeps,

Urge consumes,

Need controls,

Muscles tense,

Hands clench,

Eyes squeeze shut,

I curl into a ball,

Fighting desperately,

For reasons I do not know,

For a fight I don't know if I want to win,

Shiny metal glistens in my mind,




Heavy breath,

Painful gasp,

My body relaxes,

Today I win,

But there's always tomorrow......

What's the point in winning the battle when you're losing the war?


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