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Battle

The ground is shaking the sky is tearing the wind is howling this mask I wear this hate I fear. The battle that never ends the love that never wins the will that will never bend. Is this what I am? My demons begin to fear my angels begin to cheer. My walls begin to heal but the memories still steal my numbness away and my mask dissappear my demons turn towards me once again and the fight begins again. Nowhere is safe not when your own mind bends your fate and warps your reality of your sanity.

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