tired
The Place I Call Home
Has Become A War Zone
Bullets Flying
Innocent Baby's Dying
Grieving Parents
Children Putting Celebration Over Education
I'm Confused On What To Do
Which Decision Would Be The Safest
Tired Of Saying R.I.P. To Such & Such
This Life We're Living Is Becoming A Little To Much
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