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war sits in our veins, sorrow makes home in our hearts and guilt in our heads. who are we? what have we done? we stand in a world moulded by our hands, but this isn’t living, not yet.
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war sits in our veins, sorrow makes home in our hearts and guilt in our heads. who are we? what have we done? we stand in a world moulded by our hands, but this isn’t living, not yet.
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