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Apr 2019
The merry-go-round goes round and round, even after the battle was won, it goes round and round. On a continuous circulation, the children laugh and laugh, little did they know that the blood of the fallen soldiers was streaming down their faces. After all dreams are lost, it is remembered that the light only feeds of damnation and that darker proses only convey the morbid truth. But the merry-go-round goes round and round, continuing the innocence of the blood-stained children, yet continuing to cease their hope.
Written by
Chloe Habig
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