𝒅𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒊

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A scar of panic spurted from her heart

as all things faded into the fog of her oblivion.

She wears the armour of steel on the battlefield

as her sword clashes with the churning ambiance of fear.

She faces the darkest moment of her life

Nobody can see
Nobody can hear.

1...
2...
3...
and breathe.

She is the war with her anxiety
combating day and night

To quiet down her thief of joy

That screams, when will you ever be good enough?

That's when she uses her sword and fights the enemies in her head.

She is a warrior of her thoughts, battling for the surrender of her tranquillity.

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