Inner fight
being in my bed
For a little too long
I've died from myself
Put my heart on the shelf
So I won't feel too much.
And I cried my eyes out
Not shure what was it about
But I'd always been able to stop.
Sometimes I don't undestand -
Why I even reluct to accept,
But I continue to fight my inner strife.
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