My Station: "I walk through the shattered glass, barefooted.The splinters piercing softly into my sole.The glass merges with body with crimson hue.Yet I walk continuously on the scorched baron earth.My blood dries away and dies, like everything around me.It begins to rain washing away the darkness in darkness,It flows every where washing away my now dry blood which burns,My foot cleansed by the pure earth lies scared yet I walk forward. Pain grows like a cancer this pain turn not to hatred but to poetry"
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