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Still a Soldier
My legs are always dropping,
my knees keep hitting dirt.
I'm unsure if I'm still living,
but I keep living while I hurt.
And it hurts to go on trudging;
There's nothing left to prove.
But if I had to tell you one thing:
I'd keep on marching for you
Literature
Fleeting Dream
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I was happy once, in beautiful place,
where my labour reaped reward
and my heart had another to share its peace.
There was closeness and affection
mixed with a hard day’s work;
At night my thoughts scrawled across crisp paper
and come the morning I would send them off to be read.
I was happy in this place
but it was never to be my reward…
Because come the morning
I would always be reminded;
this place was but a dream
and I had never been happy.
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- Written by Word of Chen
Literature
Reluctant Heart
Her eyes were doused in heavy mascara
running down cheeks so flawed and broken.
She wasn't in search of a lover that night
Not a heart of emotion as she wandered the streets;
Instead her eyes searched beneath the blanket of rain
for someone who was equally broken inside...
As deep down she knew, beneath her heart reluctantly beating;
That only the shattered could share in this pain.
'Reluctant Heart' -- by Word of Chen
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I understand about being uncomfortable, but I think this is a beautiful thing to share, like your photography