you are the war i never won. but it wasn't you whom i battled with. there are no badges of honour, no victory parades, no purple hearts. just broken ones. there were the devils that threw themselves at us. they never died; they are indestructible. they thrashed in undulating waves against our once concrete walls. indefatigable beings who flew in in the midst of peace in the middle of the dark in the yellow moonlight, small and tiny. one. two. three. four. infinity. a swarm of cannibalistic locusts who only knew how to feast upon the best things in life. they ground the wall to dust on the floor of my room. now it's just you and me and the silence of the night. rewind. stop. everything we ever had lay bleeding on the wood and only now is it beginning to reek of blood and pain. you walk away with a white cowardly weatherbeaten mien. you're not victorious. neither am i. i sweep up the ashes and watch it pour in a grey waterfall into the trash. i then bury the dead in the graveyard of my mind and i will sleep now knowing that what doesn't kill you will only make you stronger. and that sometimes devils will sleep next to you in the middle of the night. and that now i know how to kill them.
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