We fight a battle as humans we sometimes can not win. In hopes that when we give all we have to give it is enough for those who are on the oppose sides to realize what the prize at stake is one that all species look for. Beaded brows. Cotton mouths. Racing thoughts. Damming feelings that we can NOT and WILL not control. When the battle starts; like obedient soldiers we fall in line, putting our Shields on and charging stead fast into it. Not looking back, eyes blazed with the goal in sight. We fight. We fight with everything we have. Weapons drawn, aimed and ready, we push forward. Tears burn our eyes, emotions bruise and beat us. Tearing us down to size. Yet we keep fighting. Despite all the land mines. No cautions. Stepping blinding into the field and unknowingly; trying to save our comrades from the ongoing, the mind blowing, body spasming pain. And as we protect, we leave selves vulnerable to attack. When it does, we throw up the white flag, and go peacefully, because it's finally captured thee. In this war we have learned to take the blows, even though they may knock you as low as the cold cement ground. We must tend to our wounds and get back up on weary feet. We can not admit defeat in the war of LOVE because only the strong survive.
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This is the imagination I possess, the passion I uphold, the intriguing that I cause you to have. Enjoy the journey into my mind, heart, soul, and depths of my freaky nature.
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