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my war

19years old and I've stared death in the eyes more then once
i fear little, while i pray i will make it through this life
trying so hard to find some balance
as so many force me to push the knife
gliding a crossed my scared body
searching still i am to find hope with in the dark
breaking me free from all of these deep marks
fighting my way through this world that poor's down pain
and its causing me to lose all, left to come through and survive the insane
my war its my life that i can no longer ignore




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  • jhlovingiii
    February 12

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    life can sometimes be worked out on paper and sometimes it can happen by opening your ears. but let's face it. that'll never happen so keep practicing on that duck.