Obtained all the ingredients
To make a new difference in me
Walked upon a bridge
Once upon a time
But now that it is burned,
The rest commence
Haven't seen it flat in a while
My stomach is a wasteland that I travel
To see where the issues reside
& it's on the inside
Where I died
Yeah, they told me
If you
Wanna make a difference / gotta get to
The place where you're ignoring other issues
Cause other people aren't grabbing tissues
If they miss you
If you
Wanna make change / gotta get through
The things that drove insane
The person once was
& if they want you back,
They better get it in blood
...
They know what I have taken away
I don't see your stories and you do not see my face
Cannot follow no one cause nobody came for me
When I asked them to ride
I rode outside alone
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War, in Parts of Four
ПоэзияA series of poetry written in a time of turmoil and confusion about said turmoil and confusion. From Nostalgia to War. From War to Trauma. From Trauma to Acceptance.
