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The sounds from outside are nuclear screams  What i feel is bullets from those i love The way they solve is with abuse and savagery An raged animal is how they act
  In a mad rush of confusion they hide away In a simulation of warmth and safety they hide away The thoughts inside me weep with frustration and hide away because there is no way to sort them out today.  
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