Last Fight of the (K)Night.

It's really primal. Even a pacifist can't deny the urge to engage in battle...Although, battling doesn't always involve violence. But I battle either way.

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With this in mind, I realize that I fought myself on numerous accounts. No bruises, but ongoing conflict with myself is apparently bringing me closer to a downfall.

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Real shit: I'm not emo. To be honest I'm too "Happy-Go-Lucky" (that's the "myself" that I fight with). But at the same time I'm too "Real". My reality and fantasies won't allow each other to exist. And I'm guessing that eventually one will overpower the other.

So, where the hell does that leave me?