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right after the giant destructive war, the silence is heard with nothing more, another day to live if still alive, as the losers are those who survive, memories of the pain and hurt swirl in their mind, some still see it when they go blind, while those dead are honored in memorial stone, but we don't speak to those and leave them alone, as we complain about a splinter deep within, not knowing their stories or where to begin, their friends could have died in front of their face, as we modern people leave each other with no trace, if we were presented to fight a common enemy along side, would you fight next to me or turn and hide.