battlefield (6/13/2003)

i force a smile and hope that it hides
the chagrin of my soul.
theres a battle inside me, inside us all really. the warring factions of
the complete and the desolate.
each day, my army grows weaker. i valiantly fight them back. yet i am one. i see many battalions around me, complete in their rank and file. i haven’t one, yet am expected to fight the battle still. i’m holding the white flag, somtimes i just get tired of fighting alone..

Author’s Notes: i dunno..shitty weather, shitty feeling me, meh.

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