If your fire runs out
Come to me
I'll make you feel safe
So cozy
This battle is far from home
Enemies left and right
But you will never be alone
Bullets are flying all around
But hold your ground
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A Madman's Attempt at Writing
PoetryNothing to see here. Just a guy writting down his misery. Please move along
UNTITLED #3
If your fire runs out
Come to me
I'll make you feel safe
So cozy
This battle is far from home
Enemies left and right
But you will never be alone
Bullets are flying all around
But hold your ground
