become
is this what we've become
anger filled souls
fighting with our versions
of knives and swords
indirect stabs
but the pain is just as sharp
where's the white flag
was it burned with the old us?
why can't we stop
am i the only one
with the gift of sight
do you not hear my crys?
The End
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