I'm OK, I'm Fine, I'll Survive, I'll walk on, I... I'm filled with such a contradictory sense of positivity and negativity.  Like a coin being flipped with each turn showing either the positive or negative of my self.

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On one hand I am all the things at the start of this body, whilst on the other those words are false and hollow. much like the title above.

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There is a great photo with the caption (I am strong but tired) as a man is almost nude kneeling atop a cliff or some-such overlooking a stony waterfall or lake. this picture encapsulates all that I am and have been.

I wish to shine yet when I do I am rightfully avoided, I mean who could stand such intensity? Does this leave me destined to stand alone as an aimless warrior, fighting a battle now worth struggling through?

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If anything I simply want to rest. I am drained. Spent. Unable to stand. yet my body continues to move along, pushing through to some unseen destination.

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Don't worry, I'll be fine. I'm a soldier after all.