Our questions ricochet like broken satellites:
How our bodies, born to heal, become so prone to die?
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@amateursatwar
Our questions ricochet like broken satellites:
How our bodies, born to heal, become so prone to die?
We laid our names to rest, along the dotted line. We left our date of birth and our history behind.
Us: Our nights have grown so long, now we beg for sound advice.
Them: Let the brokenness be felt 'til you reach the other side. There is goodness in the heart of every broken man, who comes right up to the edge of losing everything he has.
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Mars // Sleeping At Last
Mars || Sleeping At Last
So we found our way back home, Let our cuts and bruises heal. While a brand-new war began, One that no one else could feel.
We were full of life, we could barely hold it in.
We were amateurs at war — strangers to suffering.
We made our families proud, but scared at the same time. We promised we'd be safe; another lie from the front lines.
Sleeping At Last, MarsÂ