I give up
I lost another battle,
causing me this war.
It's over,
there's nothing else,
no more hope,
no more effort.
It's futile,
not worth it.
Why put me through this pain?
Why do I keep doing this?
Now I have to walk through the battle field.
Past the broken bodies,
the dead dreams,
and the forgotten memories.
Holding my white flag up high,
I surrender,
and fade away.
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