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There’s something for everyone.
“These images have changed me.
My hands are never clean
And I pray for the day it’s over.
I’m shattered from the shell-shock
And the ticking of my time bomb.
Mental scars won’t heal.
Strangers in the cross-fire scream out.
It echoes as they hit the ground.
The murder on the top soil…
Enough to make your blood boil.
The guilt I feel is hard to bear.”
There’s something for everyone.
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