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Iâve been sitting beside myself at the edge of the earth, trying to find a reason for why weâre still here and why weâre still fighting. And yesterday after the battles had ensued, I think to myself about all these families, and how theyâre missing a member now, if itâs not them itâs me, I donât take pleasure in this no choice, no options, no remorse am I the martyr or the ghost? am I the martyr, am I the ghost? Taking these tainted miss lead lives, is what a man like me only knows how to do, forgive these hands, forgive these eyes, for the things theyâve done and the things theyâve seen and the things theyâre about to do letâs make it through this night letâs makes everything right letâs make it through this night letâs make it out alive! chris |