Lucky ones can travel home
Someones burried but,
It's a war we fought
Like a bleeding cut
And bleeding never ends
Without blood painted walls
Wars left dying angels
And minds filled with revenge
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PoetryI have done everything in this book, and I would really appreciate if you don't steal them. May be triggering, please don't read if you're sensetive. Thanks x
