We were advised to give our all To go into a battle, we were not ready for But... No warning signs alerted our ears No Heart wandering, soul hungry, heart astray We fought with passion, our shield being the love we abundantly have Only to have a replenished soul Damaged, distorted and deranged in all forms
We were advised to move on As if we conquered this war victoriously Or... As if we were hung by defeat around our necks No We are tired, our wounds are as fresh as the truth We are tired from running laps around this cycle Love and games on repeat, feelings on shuffle This battle... We were never ready for, we cannot deny
However, we took our own advice We made the battlefield our home We turned our pain into therapeutic satisfaction At the expense of the love, we try to receive
— Nanda Regine
From "Inside Her Roses"
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