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Oct 2014
The rubble lay out, along the broken path
And our dreams sit in dissaray
Imprisoned in a land of destruction
We manage to evade the flames
We hope one day we will be freed
For curiostiy now controlls us
In a land where the wreckage is stacked miles high
Hope is all we can hold onto
Hold onto your hope.
Kyle Jacob
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Kyle Jacob  18/M/Michigan
(18/M/Michigan)   
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