War Zone
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Ongoing9m
Last published Wed, Aug 3, 2016
Ash falls like snow, only it is never cold.
Its hot. Like the metal bullet shells that lay around me,
That go cold like my breath.
Im cold. But Im warm.
Im in pain. Yet I never cry.
Im surrounded by people,
But I'm alone.
Im in a War Zone.
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