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Nov 2018
My dear child,
it’s the last call
so close the curtains
and let the people stand up
from their seats
as they leave the theatre.
My brave soldier,
the war you’ve so bravely fought
is nearing its end
so put the gun down
and take a breather;
home is only a few tears away.
My warrior,
these scars you’ve made
will stop hurting in a while,
you have the decision
to end it all
right in your very hands.
Jason Saguinsin
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