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Oct 2014
Silver soldiers marching across her skin
silencing the voices within
marching
leaving footprints; crimson red
fighting the demons in her head
her minds the  battle sight
her skin littered with blood red graves
the soldiers rise every night filling new demons with fright
fighting till the war is over and all that's left are scars,
when the demons have won.
Izzy
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Izzy  18/F
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   WanderLust
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