It is a battle that is being fought for years unknown. Though there were no bloodsheds many souls were hurt. I hoped and prayed so that my mind would no longer be a battlefield.
Each time I brought a new soldier with the armour of trust and hopes, my opponents fired bullets that pierced the armour and killed my soldier. It kept telling me that no human could be my soldier and that I could never win a war against reality.
Whenever I hoped that my soldiers would not be overpowered they happened to be pawns in the hands of reality. I guess its time for me to surrender but I wonder whether I would ever stop my quest to find one in the nearby souls.
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