Fighting

I'm fighting.

The odd part is that I'm fighting myself.

I'm fighting my natural tendencies and course of action because to give in and go after what I want would be disastrous.

I'm fighting my feelings and trying to acknowledge them or, at the least, minimize them.

I'm fighting a battle with myself I don't know if I can win.

I'm fighting the path I've put myself on and trying not to make it to the inevitable conclusiomn before me but the exit ramps I've taken have all lead to dead ends.

I'm fighting the urge to fight for what I want.

I'm tired of fighting.

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