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hollow shells. am I talking about kids or bullets? trust no one helicopters give them panic attacks. am I talking about kids or war veterans? is there a difference these days? this blood spatter on the walls will keep getting painted over anyway. when we speak of courage, we talk of those long dead. the heroes the martyrs the saints. but I've seen courage. it's in the fight. it's in the picket signs at marches held up like pleas to the heavens. it's in the kids who threw themselves in front of a gun and lived. dying bravely means going down fighting. fight until your lungs give out. fight until your knuckles are ****** fight until your knees are trembling. and then, keep fighting.
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Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 1:05 AM UTC
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hollow shells. am I talking about kids or bullets? trust no one helicopters give them panic attacks. am I talking about kids or war veterans? is there a difference these days? this blood spatter on the walls will keep getting painted over anyway. when we speak of courage, we talk of those long dead. the heroes the martyrs the saints. but I've seen courage. it's in the fight. it's in the picket signs at marches held up like pleas to the heavens. it's in the kids who threw themselves in front of a gun and lived. dying bravely means going down fighting. fight until your lungs give out. fight until your knuckles are ****** fight until your knees are trembling. and then, keep fighting.
solemnmaya
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14/F/California
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 1:05 AM UTC
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