War.

They sit on the opposite sides of the battle field, three of them, seeking the final goal: survival.

The field, filled with spent bullets, blood, remains of bodies, vehicles and buildings.
The opponents, staring at each other, in silent protest of the battle, they know it is wrong, yet they know it is necessary.

Bloodied, bruised, and ready to retreat; each opponent plots their next move.Sweat pouring off brows, bodies aching.. Seeking that warm bed and shower, company of the loving family. But it will not be found, the bloodshed will continue.

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They sit on the opposite side of the living room, three of them, seeking the final goal: victory.

The lounge filled with broken objects, remains of friendships, love, and affection. The opponents staring each other, regretting the battle that has ensued, knowing it is wrong, but necessary.

Hurt, bruised and ready to retreat into their shells; each opponent plots their next move. Sweat pouring off brows, hearts aching… seeking that warm embrace and love, the company of a happy family. But it will not be found, the heartbreak will continue.

-Roaring Fox

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Yes, life is a struggle,

yet we all have to fight it,

we can’t give up…

…or we’ll sink.

-Roaring Fox

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