May 22
a battlefield with no blood, just poison
using words not weapons
where every little thing hurts, that's happened
where the soldiers don't sacrifice but disappear
leaving wounds that are severe.
using words not weapons
where every little thing hurts, that's happened
where the soldiers don't sacrifice but disappear
leaving wounds that are severe.
Everyone is always battling something in their minds, fighting demons no one else sees. Always be kind, you don't know what anyone else is going through. <3
(14/F/Canada)
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