The days too eventually fell silent,
No sounds, not even by the crows,
All you could hear was the sound of fear knocking on the doors,
Some come to lay with you with hands pinching to the trenches and valleys of your skin,
they'll see the war that you had to live and the enemy you had to win over.
They find unfit the scarred warrior before them of
the battle they approve of,
A few see the valleys and be grateful you made it out, some see the stitched pieces that make up your whole and rejoice you even made it out of the hell at all
who'll turn on you from within are never in short supply
#Philosophies #ideal
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