Heart has never
felt so raw.
Soul a lot more worn
than it ever was before.
Skin battle torn.
Mind stormy,
no sense of calm
like a fawn,
left to fend for itself
in the dark forest.
Alone and forlorn.
What for?
These feelings
an internal war,
with no victory goals,
only self-hate
and scorn.
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