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Misery.That's an understatement.Never quite being sure ifYou'll make it.And if you do,Will you be whole?Will there be anyone left?You're lost at sea,T..
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This is more so a journal entry than anything. It's kind of depressing, in it's own way. So just be warned.
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I wrote this for my sister's departure to Afghanistan. It's a little over a year old but I thought I would share.
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Two red streaked hands,
permanently stained
Cutting into the life we
thought that we knew.
The young boy to whom
these bloodied hands..
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There’s a feeling of
emptiness, a void of nourishment,
A familiar pain. It
accompanies the growl
Of an angry bear after
his long wi..
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“Harlin, you can’t just blow up the busiest intersection in the city.”
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The nightmares of what never wasOr what was only in a dreamCome back to hauntWhatever is left of meIt could have happenedAnd perhaps it didsuffocating..
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Yelling in an empty room,
one that’s never silent,
Lies spewed from a mouth
that’s never honest.
My father blinking too
much,..
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We're all numb to real fear until we see the life that we've pathetically played out comes back to haunt us in those few moments before our expiration..
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The gateway to the past is demolishedflooding into the hopes of the futureslowly washing them away with every thought and memory.The stress of the rea..
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