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Dec 2012
Fighting each battle,
Day in and day out,
No expression,
No sound,
Battling inner demons,
Keeping them in darkness,
No salvation,
No light,
Body aches and joints crack,
Hands grow cold,
No survivors,
No remorse,
Unknown territory,
New sights, heart pounds,
No friends,
No family,
Battered and broken,
Cold and alone,
No life.
No one.
It's only then that we become
*almost human...
Toro
Written by
Toro  31/M/Columbia, MD
(31/M/Columbia, MD)   
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