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What’s with people?

First you open your heart to them, tell them your hopes and your dreams… your weaknesses! Let them in, show them your Β wounds, your fears… and then.

THEN.

SILENCE.

Is it me?

Or are they just sons of bitches?

Why pretend you care, when you don’t?

Why do you hurt and disappoint someone who wasΒ just fine before you walked in and shattered their life into unwanted, useless pieces.

Why, so horrible?

Why don’t you just fuck off and die?

 

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Ode to War

Tear Gas.
Fighting.
Explosions.
Tortures.

The symptoms of war,
Our soldiers endure.

Orders –
Followed;
Enemies –
Destroyed;

Like sheep they behave
They kill and never let live.

Wounds –
Physical;
Psychological;
Trauma

The guilt they burden,
The nightmares they pass through.

Reason?
Peace.
Unity.
Patriotism.

The lie we are led to believe.
Affecting us. Our life, perspective.

How fitting it is
To die for ones country?
When if you survive,
You’ll regret it for all your life.

Knowing that you were just
an insignificant number;
And you will be forgotten
there after.

//By Steffi