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Warrior for the Cause.

At the heart
of dark, dire times,
I find myself wondering
how it will end
this time: knife

in the back, bullet
in my brain, fighting
for what I believe? How
would I want to go
out, run out, die

down, burn
away given
the end’s ultimate
inevitably? Scabs

on my fists. Immune
to adrenaline. Drunk

on confidence, kept
in line
by empathy. Gray

away: I am
the spectrum
at the core, despite
the necessary

I am a ruthless
warrior for the cause.


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