The war ends.
Dust settles.
No blood. No gore.
No winners. No losers.
Torn up soul. Scattered pieces.
© Abirami
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The war ends.
Dust settles.
No blood. No gore.
No winners. No losers.
Torn up soul. Scattered pieces.
© Abirami
THE OBSESSIVE WRITER 
optimistic poetry
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Thank you 🙂
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welcome
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Feel free to check out my other posts and leave your opinion. 🙂
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Will do
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I love your work!
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You’re too kind 🙂
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Great post
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🙂
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Exactly! There are no winners in war.
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Thank you for stopping by again! 🙂 have a great day!
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My pleasure. You too! 😊
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😱🔮
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This reminds me of fighting with my brother for some reason–or a girlfriend, maybe. I think a torn up soul is sometimes far worse than blood and gore. At least with blood and gore you are dead and gone, soul intact.
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True. So friggin’ true! 😀
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