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This One Is For The Nation

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LMW-The-Poet

Published: Dec 20, 2014

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This one is for the nation.

For the state of the blade;
Living in homes with floors
Doused in the drips of blood.

For the province of depression;
Accusing everything possible
To find a reason for emotion.

For the district of anxiety;
Chattering teeth, pounding walls.
The fear of every possibility.

For the territory of suicide;
Tying the rope, one can hope
The cieling can even bear.

For the region of truth;
Finding ourselves lost
Or finally discovering...

We are a nation.
And we must
Keep strong.

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