When ever I'm thinking it's almost over
The war hits harder taking me farther,
My heart aches with such pain because I have no one
When the strong war i get crushed like a wet bun,
The bun is soft and very soggy easy to crush
Just like my heart in the wars rush,
I wish I could let the pain heal and not feel it forever
but sadly I know its not over not yet not ever,
Now I know its just getting rougher
It will never end leaving me to suffer,
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