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Jul 2016
I am not a soldier
That will fight in your wars
I have enough scars,
I don’t need anymore.

So you can call me a f**king coward
And condemn me to hell
But remember that soon
The tale of your demise I’ll tell.

A soldier needs to fight their own wars
Whether that means losing their soul
I have to battle my own problems
And fight my war against cigarettes and alcohol ….
Oh and YOU.
Again hated my mom and wrote this poem. Written aged 18
Written by
Amanda Woolley  Birmingham
(Birmingham)   
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   Scarlet McCall
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