My opinion does not surface as it should. Two wild beasts in me silence one other. Battling for each ones voice to be heard. Its become like a cat fight rolling and tumbling with no clear winner. Drained inside out all I can do is think until I realize that even my conscience become muddled too. No more apparent black and white just grey trying to split back up to its original colours however thing is that mixed paint cannot be separated.
Confused and bewildered, no longer do I know which to feed nor which to starve seeing everything has become blurry. I long for the storm to calm because when it does maybe then can I hear the roar of victory in whom I've become.
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