Raw, exposed, like a wire cut through
Right to the bone
I'm lost and confused
Feel as if I'm on my own
Faux smiles lead to a well rehearsed facade
Reaching out only to find air
The space between me and the world
is more vast than anyone could imagine
You wouldn't even know I'm there
Zoning in and out of life
What's it all for?
What is the point?
I'm staring back at the person in the mirror seeing pain and strife
She's not who I used to know
Merely a pretty shell hiding misery
You're shoving salt in the wound
Kicking me when I'm down
I'll rise up from the ashes
Soar across the sky
Fly away from here
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The Whiskered War
A domestic drama; rather, you're witnessing a millennium-old conflict over the fate of the entire planet (and possibly just a smA titanic struggle between wits and strength has been raging in the shadows for millennia: The Great Nibble vs. The Purrsecution. The cats, the furry fighters, the fascists of the feline world, occupy one corner. In the other, mice make up the squeaky squad, the small militia. The reward? Domination over the entire world (and possibly an especially tasty cheese wheel).
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