You taught me to fight or fly. There was nothing in between. No place to rest or be still. Only wielding, only alighting. In the war or looking down on it. And to this day, when I sit or lay my head,. I feel the twinge, the pangs. Of how unnatural a state. A fear sets in that there is not even a purgatory. One who can no longer. Thrust a sword and whose feathers,. Once bold and brilliant, now wax dull and tattered.

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