They've destroyed our country. They've destroyed our homes. They've killed everything and everyone we loved - our mothers, our fathers, our sisters, our brothers. They've bombed the streets we spent our childhood in, they've killed so many dreams - the entire city smells of blood. There is nothing left in the place we all used to love, the place we used to call our home. They've taken everything away from us. And now we stare at the rubble and call out to God because we have nothing else left to lose and all we are doing is waiting for death to come upon us to cure this unbearable pain.
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Bleeding Hearts
Poetry"You either get it down on paper or jump off a bridge." - Charles Bukowski Just snippets of stories I can't seem to get out of my head. All cover credit goes to the wonderful @mydearcc