Apocalyptic
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Haunted by an inescapable sense of waste...
In the throes of striving to be chaste.
Watching youth erase without trace...
At a pace that fails to win the race.
Giving one's years to one who is cruel...
I was 15 when the bombs exploded in the sky.I didn’t know what to think at first.First, there was the mortal terror.Then the everlasting despair.
The whole world had gone to shit.
The world is a maze of good and bad.
There are times when we are happy and times when we are sad.
