I'm heading into battle tomorrow. A war you started. I should be afraid, but I'm not.
I've spent countless nights, wide awake. Letting it eat me inside. I'll bet that makes you happy.
All I wanted was a fresh start. To walk away from the war. I knew you wouldn't allow that. Fire away.
One last battle then. That's what you want, isn't it? Fine.
I'll show up with empty hands. Acceptance filling my heart. I've done all I can do. This is your war now.
No matter how it ends. I'll leave with something. Something you'll never have. Peace.
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Stand strong, brother. We are all behind you, and will be here for whatever you need. Godspeed.
Great poem. Whatever you're fighting, I'm pretty sure you've already won.