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My Wars...

My wars are fought not on the blood stained fields of chaos and agony, but within this head of mine. Everyone has their enemy, and I usually wind up fighting myself in so many ways, trying to become better, improve who I am. I have taken a number of things that I cannot control, and labeled them the deeds of my nemesis, who remains my constant enemy even if he is not considered to be a threat. He has a name, a face, though a voice I have never heard, save the one that I give him inside, and he becomes the one thing that I do not want to kill, but need to kill. In essence, I took these things that are my enemies and turned them into something I can kill, cut, destroy, even if only in my mind’s eye. This is part of being a swordsman, I suppose, for how can one make each strike a killing blow, if one does not have the hatred that makes one able to kill? This is the truth of the art I am learning, this swordsmanship. The art of the blade is the art of killing. Whatever pretty names you use to describe it, killing is still the fact.






I wrote this in my creative writing class, and per my professor's instructions, I typed it up exactly as I wrote it in class after having read that aloud, along with some other pieces other students had done. Anyways, let me know what you think.