me and my stepstalk and walk together
but in crossing directions
leaving me to defend my self
as the heats of fights crush me
over and over again
neither I budge
nor their fights end
every morning and eves too
the struggle remains intact
shapes takes twisty twirly
I have made sand dunes to make me fit to the environs
around and inside me
moments come and crush me mercilessly
I wake up like a ghost
out of the blue
wonder
why and for what I am fighting
why I can't leave my steps
and myself too
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