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Mar 2020
War
How could you commit ******,
but it be called two different things?

There was no difference in our actions,
only the side of the battlefield we were standing on.

I knew the truth though, I always have.
I was just like them, a cold-blooded killer.

The only difference was the uniform I wore and the man I pledged allegiance to.
Inspired by a book I read
Written by
Ellie Grace  20/F/Aus
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