In the war of all of me
Against the rest of me
I play the helpless victim
And the pyrrhic victor
Sometimes both at once
I had no idea I could be
So cold and cruel
I stand in awe of the horror
I continue to inflict
And bear the blows raining down
From my own words and fists
But how to call a truce
How much suffering must be
To learn to hold and kiss
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