To the Victor Goes the Spoils

As we write, she cries-
She cries tears of joy because the girl that they all grew to know & love is still here - SOMEWHERE
And then there are the tears of sadness for we know whom we have hurt.
The other-
The evil within responds by wiping those tears away.
Trying desperately to convince mind, body, & soul that nothing is wrong-
All we have strayed from principalities of truth and regard for others.

So who truly writes?
There is a collective we. . .
But one voice is stronger, one voice winning.

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