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Feb 20, 2008
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Horrid Dream
Loud sounds
Bombs blast
Thinking of you
And my past
Gun shots
People scream
Wake me up
From this horrid dream
Covered in blood and sand
I hold my M4 in my hand
Locked and loaded
I empty my clip
I reach for more ammo
Down at my hip
Bullets fly by
Grenades blast
I catch shrapnel
I dont want to die
MEDIC I scream
Where is my team
I wake up
It was just a horrid dream
— Tragic_Bliss, Feb 20, 2008
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poewriter58
18 years 5 months ago
I'll say
themoonman
18 years 5 months ago
Hi Tragic...
RSScheerer
18 years 5 months ago
Horrid Dream
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