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Burned It’s seared I can’t unsee Every cell cries Want them all to Hard to be patient Words fail am left with Burning raw vengance Anger toppling monsters God just keep sane enough And god guide
Not all heroes wear olive green Though many of them do anyways They come in all shapes and all sizes Deserving of all of our praise Not all heroes carry weapons and ammo Though too many
One is the loneliest number Even lonelier than zero Because the none are all together And the one, the lonely hero Can survival be survival If the one to testify Has to do it by his
Touch grass, they say.It will ground you.And I’ll listen to them because if someone knows the secret to finding normalcy I want to know it tooAnd so I sit on the grassDrink coke out of a
Heavy with the weight of tears And lack of sleep, I barely managed to lift my head towards the morning sky To try and follow the movement which caught my eye A muster of storks flew