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[title] => In this Abandoned House
[time] => 2020-01-04 07:07:25
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[bodytext] => Sometimes - you lose yourself
And it gets hard not to hide
and you do... and that’s a blessing
But, why are you fighting so hard?
If you want war - leave.
Leave it all. And fight.
Your pain will be Greater and Darker.
Or stay.
And struggle, with the rest of us.
We were so protected from the burdens we felt... we didn’t know what we carried. We were Soldiers of a different time.
I’m tired.
I... need to Not be... to be.
Or, there’s no point.
I’m here to serve.
Where do you need me, next?
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