maybe its the night air that mystically rouse the senses or just the serenity that follows when everything have quieten down a notch. in which crept the unruffled thoughts.
i laughed at myself sometimes. how silly some of my thoughts can be. arent we all entitled to some degree of silliness when we're alone?
im tired. its not something im eager to shout about. a kind of jadedness really. like a jaded appetite from an overindulgence.
quieter times have passed me by.
fell short of my grasp, it did.
nonetheless, im a lil warrior.
and something in me never dies.
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