We're the casualties, no one tells you about us. No histories, but you have to live to believe. We're the bodies piled up by the roadside. You'll smell us burning it'll give you bad dreams. Don't run away. We're a cautionary tale. Walk softly and take heed. Don't offer us your sympathy. You don't know what we need. Just a herd for venting, ranting or simply writing down your own thoughts... All are welcomed. |
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