You say there are no consequences. You urge me, push me to do it. You try to free me from the howling wolves in my mind.
You do it all, just for me.
But, the consequences do exist. Every step has been a maze of them, some old ones tagging along, some new ones creeping up. And it's only so many times that I have the strength to shield myself from them.
And there are times when i can't fight, when the thoughts can't be kept at bay, and then they drown in saline streams that I can barely control.
Battlefield needs a soldier in prime, a weakened, wounded soldier has consequences.
Where do I get the strength to deal with those consequences?
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Words Of An Idle Mind
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