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I Fight

I fight the cold hardness from descending upon me I fight romantic sentimental memories from crushing me I fight my past influences from blocking fluidness I fight wanting to run to her and her and her I fight the words coming out as advice from leading I fight the quietness I am so used to from isolating I fight this pen from not being honest I fight the space to keep it open

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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