I find myself restraining,
Feelings of sustaining,
Hatred, or love, it's all the same,
For each you'd kill and take the blame,
At a journey's start you have a goal,
A finish line that makes it whole,
And upon reaching the end of travel,
Feelings tend to unravel,
A seething spite you can't abate,
And an odd twist of fate,
In addition to a warped courage,
A chance to pay hindsightful homage,
To what once was and could have been,
And all the atrocities I've seen.
I must rest my weary mind,
Beyond attempts of being kind,
Forcing my hand to open out,
It's time to end this unjust bout.
Expect more content soon :).
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