War...(part one)

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Visions of past trickeling blood
Thoughts so blury, they may as well be mud
Hands shake with the tiniest hint of fear
The pain overpowers so many tears
It stings and it burns
After all this time, what have I learned?
Music is just a familiar sound
To these scars I am bound
I need to fill my lungs with smoke
With this medication, there's no need to mope
Clouds of thought drown out the sounds and pain
I can only look at this losing battle as if it's a game
I've tried to quit, but I crave for more
So, I guess this is war...





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