April 27, 2009
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I walk through this life blindly,
All I see is a forest
full of dead, bloody, bodies,
People being brutally tortured,
looking desperately for a way out,
They run from their fears,
their faces filled with tears,
But here I stand among the screams,
stuck in this dream,
I walk on the blood soaked ground,
looking around,
I was once one of those people,
and sometimes I still wonder,
Why am I still here?
They reach out helplessly, waiting,
hoping someone will take their hand,
And I know,
I am here to help,
comfort, support their pain,
Wiping the tears from a nearby stranger,
I know I'm in danger.

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