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I'm in anther room, my own surgeon, slicing myself open in search of muscles aching with worthlessness. I'm a soldier who missed his homecoming, I shouldn't be here, but anchored to the bottom of a lake. Choice weapon in hand, looking to the surface with glassy eyes. I'm here, staring through my feet as they sink further    and further       into the dirt.
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Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 12:20 PM UTC
Soldier
I'm in anther room, my own surgeon, slicing myself open in search of muscles aching with worthlessness. I'm a soldier who missed his homecoming, I shouldn't be here, but anchored to the bottom of a lake. Choice weapon in hand, looking to the surface with glassy eyes. I'm here, staring through my feet as they sink further    and further       into the dirt.
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Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 12:20 PM UTC
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