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The world won't always hurt us this way.
It's quiet here with you
when the world outside, and in my mind...
It snowed tonight, and though
we had plenty of warning...
October presses me against his chest -
I feel all the sadness he summons...
I am not a caged bird,
but sometimes, I prefer the isolation...
I know that people aren't burdens
but I'm feeling burdensome...
"Ready for warfare?", my mind antagonizes.
"I wasn't created for battlefields", my heart insists.
My heart is sick with grenades.
Sometimes you have to work on protecting yourself more than your desire to protect others.
by Ben Pickard
by (Linda) Leavers