It's not who we are underneath
What we do that defines us
It's not what we feel from within
What we speak that portrays it
Silence doesn't always mean
There is no voice in the inside
Sometimes it's just the scars
We have experienced on the way
Make us do what we do today
Each have their own share of heat
But some feel it in the comforts
While some in a deserted street
Situations and phases mould our present
But they do not define our existence
With each battle scar, life is supposed to move on
One shouldn't hold oneself behind with it
For what matters is not the outcome of battles but The War
-SR.
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