by Inadvertant_Angel207 words, poem
An emotionally driven release. The best way I could find to let someone know just how they helped me when I felt as though I had slid to the end of my rope. This piece was written just before a deployment to Iraq, as I found myself fed up with everyone else's problems.
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Excerpt
light in the temple, shines upon Broken glass, trace the cuts, the scars. Follow the path and find our home in the stars!