Battles & Struggles

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Every thought is a battle,

Every breath is a war,

And I honestly don't think,

I'm winning anymore.


Every thought brings panic,

Every breath I feel defeat,

And now my only desire is,

To find a way to retreat.


I can't fight this feeling,

It's become an endless chore,

And the truth of the matter is,

I can't fight it anymore.


It's weakened me severely,

I no longer want to try,

The only thing I can do now is,

Try my hardest not to cry.

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