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    when I am in my "resting place"-the place where my head laids; it's like I'm on a boat of one-as my mind just drifts away....
 
     when I am out and active in any form or shape-what makes up most of what I think is wanting to escape;
 
   the boat of one-one's mind adrift-just floating through some waves; outdoors is but a battlefield-indoors the ground still shakes....
 
  war of sorts take place for sure- even if one's not engaged; one's drafted from the day of birth- to different shades of grey....
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