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Feb 2017
The only beam of light,
In this war we were forced to fight.
I wanted this to bend,
I wanted these rules to end.
We’re so young,
But the battle cry had been sung,
I watched people **** and die,
But I could only sigh.
Who am I to judge?
The enemy wouldn’t budge.
The flames of pain.
The tears of rain.
Written by
Grace
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