Young adulthood
Smells
PTSD
Wells
Trigger happy trigger thoughts
Wrought with iron
Souls are bought
Depth of control
Girls at home
Children die
Lonely bones
In our cells
We are
Living ghosts
Living in a cell
Living as a ghost
Alive in a tomb
Is what hurts us most
Every visit made
Is like visits to a grave
I'd rather be a slave
Than living dead while alive
Size me up if you can
This military man
Semper fi till I die
Do or die
I'm still alive
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