Posted 2 years ago 
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Not to long ago I went to war and lost. I failed but overcame my defeat victoriously -or so I thought.
Here I am months later and only now am I able to really evaluate the loses I took.. I look around and examine my casualties and I realize that my army is only left with one survivor.. that survivor is me. I can’t help but wonder how that is possible or why it would work itself out that way.. My enemy took everything but my life but why? and will I ever get it back..and if I do will it be too late..? To some a life is everything but to others a life is nothing; Nothing but a constant reminder of everything we’ve gained and then lost. I find myself growing stronger everyday as if morphine swims through my veins numbing any negative effect the battle may have left behind but I want to feel again because then I know the difference between dreaming and reality.. and losing that would be the ultimate cost.
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