TW: War, Bullets
Fighting alone.
Something's that I can never be prepared for.
Fighting alone.
Something that I'll have to accomplish.
Fighting alone.
Something's that I'm terrified of.
People always say I'm never fighting alone.
I believed that for a long time.
But my vision is getting blurry.
And I can't see who's fighting with me.
Do I just trust that they're there?
Do I assume they left?
My hearing is fading.
I can't hear the war.
Though I'm aware it's happening.
Because I can feel the bullets.
My sight is gone
My hearing is fading.
And so is my trust.
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