Song. ^.^
It was harder. After she left. The abandonment had been shocking. Although, he had yet to reason what he had expected. She was a free spirit.
And with his scars, he was anything but free.
For the first few weeks home, with her, he’d found them easier to deal with.
The dreams.
The shell shock was real and terrifying.
She’d given him a sense of comfort.
Hell, the only reason he’d made it home was because not seeing her again was simply not an option.
But he was alone now, just dreams and thoughts of dead friends.
“You've got to learn to act like God.
You rule the world.
You give the word
and if someone should fall behind
just let their suffering slip your mind.”
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