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There is a war in my head

It never stops

It's always something

All the battles seem small

But when they get put together

And mixed up

It feels like there is no going back

No hope

Everything is dark

Or rather stained red

With the blood

Casualties of war

What's a little sadness?

It can't hurt

Right?

Wrong.

Sadness becomes pain

Pain becomes sleepless nights

Sleepless nights become exhaustion

Exhaustion becomes numbness

Numbness remains

Until there is nothing left

But a zombie

An empty shell of who you were.

-JT

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