Every breath is a battle
Every thought is a war
And this fight I take part in
Lets say, I'm not winning anymore
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They will be missed
PoetrySome die Some starve Some cry Most cut And they will be missed Some are alone Some are lost in a crowd Some yell out and moan Most do not voice their troubles aloud And they will be missed #1 Poetry #2 Random
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Every breath is a battle
Every thought is a war
And this fight I take part in
Lets say, I'm not winning anymore
