Battles. 

You say we pick our battles That we have to choose which are the ones worth fighting for 

But sometimes the battlefield beckons my name 

And I have to answer 

With fists tightly closed around armoured words and harsh truths 

Eyes locked in a violent embrace

Listen to the drums beating in my chest 

Fight 

Fight 

Fight 

Until Death stops calling my name 

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