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Some die Some starve Some cry Most cut And they will be missed Some are alone Some are lost in a crowd Some yell out and moan Most do not voice their troubles aloud And they will be missed #1 Poetry #2 Random

Imagine being fifteen years old with your first crush, wanting your first kiss. Now imagine constantly having nightmares where you die. If those nightmares came to life, would you survive?

A book I'm writing set in an alternate history Soviet Union, in the 1980's. Starvation, cold, nuclear war, and a zombie apocalypse, all from the point of view of a Ukrainian foot soldier.

The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )