War

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What is this world doing to me? Oh how it drags me down. That myth our parents tell us, of how we can be anything.

The universe seems to have different ideas.

But I've brought this on myself, haven't I?

My failures and my mistakes and all those bridges I've burned.

All those damn bridges.

And no one to tell me why. Why do I stay?

There's so much agony in it. These days, agony is all I feel.

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