War, conflict, bloodshed, struggle, whatever we may call it, it is inevitable. It finds a way like water seeping into the cracks of an old house. It's insight has been described for centuries. And this is but a mediocre description of a place similar like hell.
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There is a war raging within me, a constant battle between what I know and what I feel.
My priorities became a blur after you happened, and absence never felt so real.