wounded inside
theres wars going on in the world,
but not only outside ,
also inside of me
ive sufferd from the hurt,
ive been battered down and felt like dirt
as the battle goes on this war inside
i lose compasion and pride for the life i live
i grow cold aging,
slowly growing older
but still this fight raging on
like a picture being erased and redrawn
maybe the picture being completly replaced
by somthing new, i know some one feels the way i do
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