This is scaring me.
I can't distinguish nightmares
from the harsh reality
of this life that I live.
I thought maybe I was dead,
I hoped I was.
Only in my sleep do I
get that lucky.
Sometimes I just want to
surrender,
to fly the white flag
of liberation.
But the battle still rages on,
and I am the leader,
if I fall, so will they all.
I must not surrender.
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