I'm a pacifist.But I

I'm a pacifist.

But I have been

in my share of battles.

The enemy? Myself.

 

Merciless self-destruction,

and a murderous mind

Sending bombs of hate,

and landlines of lies.

 

My battle scars run deep,

in my thighs and in my mind.

My muscles ache and moan,

they can't keep fighting anymore.

 

But the only way to end the war,

is to love this tattered soul.

A soul of flaws and imperfections,

but filled with beauty and intelligance. 

 

Everyone has been in wars,

but not everyone has survived.

Love yourself, and end the fight.

Before you run out of time.

 

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