My mind travels through memories--
It can't do anything else--
My mind watches--
It loses its best friend--
Again--
It gets beaten--
Again--
It relives the grossness--
Again and again and again--
My mind is screaming at the reliving memory--
Run run run run run run--
My mind is my own enemy--
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My poems, And Random Stuff
RandomI am a soldier. I am the one that is always on the battlefield. With scratch marks, and bruises. I try to carry on, I try to see the light. I reach for my guns, to try and abolish the enemy. The ones that want me dead. But I can't anymore. I've bee...
