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The Killing Fields
...written on 2009-11-20, @ 1:45 p.m.
Is the past the past? Are we really so far away from it all? All of us so terribly afraid to grow up while others surged forward. A herd to the slaughter.
Or maybe we were the herd launching toward adulthood and everyone else was holding back. It is hard to tell as the guns cross the frontlines. It is hard to dream beyond this day.
Ahead of us seems to lie only fear and heartbreak. Behind us lies a past we cannot reach. Scream for your brothers. Cry out for help in a field of chaos. Above the clamour they hear nothing.
Alone we face the day. Will we emerge victorious?