anntoldwrites
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I never talk about it often
So I hid in my own cave
With the war happening in my mind
And brought pen and papers
To record this battle of my own
And when I happened
To write this war with my bare hands
I'll keep it
So no one can ever know about this
Until this archive of mine is passed.
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