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Guilty?

Victims fall, They scream. Innocent. Bodies burn, Homes are destroyed. Innocent. Mothers hide their babies, children run for cover. Innocent. But where was I? I wasn't there. Guilty? I didn't cry for them, I wasn't able to. Guilty?

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monica-belle-brand

American

Published: Nov 23, 2011
LinesWords: 1538

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