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Bazaar of Broken Brooks
I guess you're mad at me. So I wrote you letters. I kept writing you one letter a day, for a year. But I ain't got nothing back. The War broke out and you know what happened latter.
Yes, you might say we're just on a break. For Christ sake you know it is over. ALL OF IT.
Why all of sudden you got so many moles on your face? You did clean your face every day, didn't you?
You're the love my life, baby. You don't feel as much, I know. It doesn't bother me so much now. All I know is that I lost you once, and I can't take that again.
You wanna know what the War had done to me? What had I been through in these dreadful years? You see this hand, yeah, it was the air attack. But my leg, it is not physical demage.
