The wars you wage are many; albeit without a friend.
Keep the chaos within you, it's wrath will never end.
Bring in comrades into the battlefield, how about nought but one?
I promise you, my darling, the mayhem will be undone.
Because brave you may be, and fight alone you surely can,
Ever and again, even the dauntless need a confidante.
Because not every fight is your own, not every burden yours solely to bear,
and if your world falls apart before you, look through the chaos;
I'll be there.
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A sublime start with a nice poem, Aman. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.