So many battles I got to fight;
War of possible against flooding,drowning impossibilities.
War of hatred against love undeserved.
Battle of choice in a quagmire of deafening opinions
After all this,will I come out refined
As a weapon of hate or a fountain of love?
Will I succumb to my innumerable urges
Or possess the power of will and the strength to stand my ground..

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