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We were brought to this destruction These broken houses you see That's me Abandoned to wither away **That was me** A different war, gone to this day I must say Inside you Inside me War and destruction  kept at bay Because here inside this abandoned place Love was made Fire in a fighter, adjacent These crumbling walls for art to display Of creative minds with something to say War and destruction left to wither **"I am not afraid I will be okay"** This is a sanctum A private place of broken glass Of broken walls Of broken ceilings All these broken thoughts and feelings We were brought to this destruction **It shows innocent strength under all corruption** A war full of meaning In a place where peace is seeming Through it's artful colored walls The air still stiff and quiet and all *My love was fed with fire to feed* Under the sun from the holes in this ceiling I need you to know we have a meaning This place is me A fire in a fighter I will not stop my war Unlike all these abandoned houses You won't be forgotten and useless From even before we came to this destruction This apparation I always knew there would be more For you and me For our eyes to see **My fight had more fire when we walked out that door**
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Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 2:57 AM UTC
Just Thinking: Part Two
We were brought to this destruction These broken houses you see That's me Abandoned to wither away **That was me** A different war, gone to this day I must say Inside you Inside me War and destruction  kept at bay Because here inside this abandoned place Love was made Fire in a fighter, adjacent These crumbling walls for art to display Of creative minds with something to say War and destruction left to wither **"I am not afraid I will be okay"** This is a sanctum A private place of broken glass Of broken walls Of broken ceilings All these broken thoughts and feelings We were brought to this destruction **It shows innocent strength under all corruption** A war full of meaning In a place where peace is seeming Through it's artful colored walls The air still stiff and quiet and all *My love was fed with fire to feed* Under the sun from the holes in this ceiling I need you to know we have a meaning This place is me A fire in a fighter I will not stop my war Unlike all these abandoned houses You won't be forgotten and useless From even before we came to this destruction This apparation I always knew there would be more For you and me For our eyes to see **My fight had more fire when we walked out that door**
nicole-ashley
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Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 2:57 AM UTC
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