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Consequences

I can’t take it anymore- People dying all around Watching loved ones hit the ground. And all I can do is stand and watch- Horrified. Blood splattered all over my face, The sound of gunshots Flossing my brain. Why won’t someone shoot me down? Why won’t a missal just fall on me? So I won’t have to live in this satan-like place Anymore. But I’m not lucky enough for that to happen. People told me to be lucky I’m alive, But am I really lucky I survived. I lost everything, everyone, The luckiest thing that would’ve happened to me Was to join my fellow army, At the gates They reached before me.
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