Striving for balance.
Long road ahead.
Demons to purge.
In time, I'll slay the ones I can deal with, strategize how to lay waste to the others in the days or years to come.
A warrior who falters is still a warrior.
But his heart must be as guarded as his skin.
And armor that thick must have the right amount of layers.
Those who would pierce my armor with their arrows of malicious intent must never see my blood.
But there are those who over time, good faith, charity, friendship....and yes, perhaps one day,
in truest and deepest love,
would gently peel back
each layer of my armor.
They will see and bask in the light of my soul, and push aside the darkness.
They will be the ones worth keeping.
However few they may be.
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