1stworldproblems
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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.
