Choosing My Battle
We all choose our battles you said,
In all of them you lose or gain with dread
When there is nothing to fight for,
I stopped. There is nothing left in my core.
I dived out of an airplane
Like in a dream AND a nightmare.
With no parachute or a safety net
All I could feel was that cold sweat.
With my plain hold that this chaos is true,
I gave up on my religion for you.
I lost myself, I lost "my dew"
I fought with my whole, should I rue?
Just like you,
With dread, I choose to lose in this battle too.
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