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I gaze into the battlefield that is my soul —blood dripped from scars closed long ago I gaze into the battlefield that is my soul —how have I fought deep trenches in it so
I gaze into the wasteland that is my life —winds blew in dry scratches felt so long before I gaze into the wasteland that is my life —how have I longed to grasp for something more
I gaze into the desert that is my heart —the sun shone until it dried my meager waters I gaze into the desert that is my heart —how have I thirsted for something that never falters
I gaze into the remnants that is my world —thoughts razed everything I have ever been given I gaze into the remnants that is my world —how have I gotten lost in my own quest to start over again
