Collection: fights of spring

Inspired by battles of the self
The pressure of the world on the point of a mouse
The word give up are some how spelt as I flick my finger

Stuck in the void of the black mirror surrounded by interests but alone in spirit
Thrown in a maelstrom oh useless thoughts of feeling useless
Nobody’s fault but mine
Material enemies lay low
But this one enemy may never be vanquished
Cannot be vanquished...
Only kept and bay to coexist to the end of days
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