Empty Grounds 1-6-10
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Every wall I built, lays in ash, upon the ground.
Burning down with it, all the pain my soul harvested.
There we stand, on empty battle grounds; I, in his trusting arms
P.S. To the reader: I wanted to write more to this, I had been planning to; but i felt,
that the words here, said everything that was needed. I felt that this was finished
perfectly, just the way it is. If you disagree with me, please let me know; but
otherwise, i believe that this is just right.
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