Secluded.

If only we could choose
the Days of woes
Possibly sometimes snooze
the trouble that follows.

Every time I fall
I stay still, like a doll
Nothing to hold onto
Not even a wall.

I rage in silence
If not the blood hence,
I fight with no purpose,
So I lose,
Only through my defense.

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