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The Aftermath A soldier’s life

She lay in her room with her eyes open wide

Shadows dance on the ceiling above her

For she is dead when she is with the living

But alive when she is with the dead

She lay there welcoming the nightmares

For these people, their mutilated bodies

They understand, they know how she feels, they care

In a world of millions there are so many lonely people

She is one of the lucky ones, she has her nightmares

She wakes up in the morning not really wanting to face the world

For this world is not really her home

These people are not really her species

Strange faces, strange ideas where does she fit

By Bombastic Nation

Me name is Anderson A Charles. I am a writer story teller and Podcaster, the original Steve urkel, yes I did that. Also played basketball in college ( that's because I am seven feet tall.

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