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Enemies... they are beside me trying to conquer what’s inside me.
I am a shelter and I am my shelter.
Beside me are storms and disasters that would be pleased in breaking me.
Everytime I seek comfort when sky is filled with shadows, the enemies are messing around me.
Keeping me awake, keeping me aware of chances to lose my sanity.
My chest is hurting just as my eyes, nose and jaw.
My entire body, my shelter needs rest, but the enemies, the enemies are there.
Watching, Waiting, Whimpering.
So I am holding, holding me from the roots deep within to keep me, my sanity.
Then lights, a mix of blue and gray with orange or burning rays cleared the shady sky.
And everything that happened that night, the enemies and their troubles were gone.
But... they left. They left a path.
A path to return to.
And the path were dark troubles under my eyes.
A path I saw from the mirror, fresh and dark, yet cleared as the dawn’s light touch it.
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