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Mar 2018
On this dangerous battlefield,
Some of my soldiers become casualties.

Rushing to aid my wounded troops,
But I am also injured behind enemy lines.

Offering assistance to anyone in distress,
All while I wrap my cuts with gauze.

Helping others is an easy task,
Yet empowering myself is a hard mission.

Healing my scars is a rough assignment,
But it’s a duty that will be fulfilled with time.
Michael LoMonaco
Written by
Michael LoMonaco  35/M/New York City
(35/M/New York City)   
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