strenuous battle

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There is love,
Calling my name.
He was very tame .

Hiding his feral personality,
Showing his immorality through punches,
Punches that left internal bruises.

Every bruise had a story,
A blurry dreary story,
That was unexplainable.

I hid behind a mask,
A mask called 'a smile',
That was seen from a mile.

I fell for every lie,
Not realising that I will die,
Infront of his dry eyes.

I thought it was the end,
But I had to fight my tenderness,
In order to defeat this venomous snake.

Fright was palpable,
Light was dim,
But I had to fight a plight war.

I know I'll die,
I'll die knowing that I fought,
Fought my thoughts .

~smoke_bun

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