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These walls, they surround you
Separate you from society
A prison, where there is no where to go
Confined to your own mind
The darkness starts t..
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A war poem in a sense, its basic idea came to me after reading a part of All Quiet on the Western Front.
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Plumes of smoke
Slowly turned the sky gray
As we stood on the hillside
Watching all our history burn away
Tears cleaned streaks of ash from our ..
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