Sometimes i feel like an armored child sent to war,when people look from outside all they can see is an armored warrior ready to fight and win or lose,ready to lose lots of things even his life to win the war.

We are all hiding that child,some afraid of getting wounded,some already wounded and afraid to get more..scared...

Sometimes that armor is so heavy to carry..sometimes its so hard to breathe in it..feeling stucked in that armor... sometimes i just want to give up and let it bring me down.But the battle rages on and i keep fighting,sometimes just defending or hiding to stay alive.

worse is knowing that the war is never going to end...

we are all children. no event happened to change us for who we were as children or how we felt. time passed but we are the same...

but just some of us aware that we are children inside,and we all know that no child can survive from that battle...


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