We awaken each day, ready for battle and gaze at our reflection. Our eyes are hollow as we stare back into emptiness. Our inner demons can pop open a bottle of bubbly as we rest our tired bodies down and take in the bittersweet taste of defeat. With our shoulders slumped, we lay down our weapons and feel much lighter, as though a great weight has been lifted off our shoulders, and we have nothing further to prove as we tend to our battle scars.
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Mundane Musings of a Misunderstood Mind
Non-FictionAs the name suggests, these are snippets of the things that play on the author's mind; whether it is an oddity of society or a thought that randomly lingers a little longer than usual. You can call it creative writing, philosophy, lessons, musings o...
