expectance.

how i am anxiously waiting for what is next.
for what could possibly come my way.

you dont tear something apart. tear it down. for no reason.
you dont destroy and leave a mess.

you tear it down to put something better in its place right?
that is what is happening, isnt it?
but maybe not. maybe there was just a desire to rip things apart.

either way, i am waiting in expectance for something good.

im losing in this war.
the rest of my army has left me on my own.
to fend for myself.

everything is gone.



i hate saying goodbye to you.
i have to do it quick. i can not feel.
i can not think about it.
i can not let my emotions be present.
if i did. i would die a little more each time.

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