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May 2015
Will the fighting ever stop
I understand that humanity thrives off the violence
But this...this is just ridicules
I feel like a frightened little school boy
Screamed for my mommy and everything
Why must the explosions be so loud
They are really scary
I run with head facing the ground
As my crimson tears fly off my face
Screaming for my life as everything behind me blows to bits
My mommy dead
My daddy dead
My brothers dead
My sisters dead
I'm all alone now
The only one not dead
Finally I wiped the blood from eyes
But I was no longer afraid
Even though it appeared I had walked through the gates of hell
My mind seemed to have snapped
I had became a rose born from hell's fire
Whose only destiny was to burn as desired
Dr Strange
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Dr Strange  Atlanta
(Atlanta)   
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   ---, ryn and DarkDepriment
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