I always imagined I would fight a different fight.
It wouldn't be for glory but for the setting sun
And the rising moon.
I'd fight for your tomorrow
Not for the medals or honors.
I never thought I'd be fighting those I named closest,
Nor did I ever see myself fighting to survive.
But I am different now.
I am changed...somehow.
But I'm going to be free someday
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Late Night Feels
PoetryThose intense feelings that tangle their arms around your body and try to eat you alive, all wrapped up into this collection of poems. Enjoy.
