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  • There's a war going on in my country, that's slowly spreading its claws inside my brain.
    Bluring my view of reality and truth.
    Eradicating my dreams and those my children.
    Persecuting my every happy thought till happiness becomes a distant hope.
    Infecting my sight, my taste, my hearing, my every sense till I become blind and deaf and incapable of feeling anything but sick.
    Reaping my insides till my body is nothing but a pile of ripped flesh and bones lying in bed miserable and catatonic.
    Cripling me so that every move becomes a struggle.
    Distorting the image I had of myself, of others and of life.
    Turning me into a person I don't recognise, I don't like.
    Whirlng my fortune out of orbit.

    There's a war going on in my country. Its tearing its way into my head. It's outcome is still doubtful for my enemies are powerful but few. And I know there are a lot of me.
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