Alone

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We are together and strong

yet we are apart and broken

as we fall, we fight

as we try our best to stand tall

hoping and praying we don't completely fall

our battle cries screamed proudly

thinking we've won

the last person falls

it was our last person

yet others who were never strong

they stand tall and high

they fight for those who fell

they fight hoping we all aren't doomed

and then it happens

like a television flicking off

our foes disappear one by one

my comrades do too

as well as everything else

until its all gone but me

i am alone and isolated now

i have no more enemy to fight

no more comrades to stand by me

i realized none of it was real

none of it existed

i was raging a war but against no one

with each battle cry turned to sobbing of misery

with each comrade that didn't exist

i come to a sickening conclusion

nothing was real

it was all in my head

the worse part was everybody that was real

didn't care enough to

HELP.

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