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Sep 2018
War
At a war with myself.
The trenches are dug deep, like scars on flesh
they distinguish me.
Bullets tear through me moment by moment trying to pierce the thick walls of fantasy.

Onlookers oblivious of the treachery and treason so skillfully hid within the casket.

Death fills until it bursts.

Fills until the war is won.
Written by
Connor Eastwood  15/M/England
(15/M/England)   
488
   ---, Skye Marshmallow and Fawn
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