War (again)

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There's this war that's happening,  I know it's near,
but why the sides are fighting isn't clear,
the conflict stirred deep inside,
I'm in a battle with my mind,
the scars are becoming worse,
i remember the last but not the first,
time this altercation reached out of my head,
and pierced my skin, wanting me dead

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