132 war with myself (part two)

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I went to war with myself, for you, Ever since you hugged my artsy soul firmly, teaching me that I belong to my future and the past doesn't need me anymore, because regarding the fact that so many people left, how they left haunted me for so long but let me point out that you've never-not even once-left me.

I went to war with myself, for you, once you've become my good days, since I never made sense...but neither your love for me. You loved the hurricanes in my eyes and the universe in my soul that-at the end of the day- turned back to the one who felt like home; you.

There's war beneath this skin; the war of « you versus everyone else », I had to choose and I've chosen you.

( slam poetry about Jesus Christ)

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