'POW' 'Military' 'veteran'
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This is war,
A cryptic whirlpool of souls and hurt
In which we have no friend but earth.
Earth! Earth! Earth!
For we were trapped in the faceless conformity, of a place that we are foreign to.
The feeling of being lost overwhelms us, as though we may never be found.
What have you seen is not for my eyesJust an excuse for peace to turn out to be a lieYou were not alive but you hold the memories insideTaken along for the change of lives
