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Dec 2019
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He thought he knew
What he was fighting for,
But the sight of blood
Made him question war.
Poor soldier boy
Cold and alone,
Bombs fall like rain,
He's all alone.
They're all alone.
migayle ocuaman
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migayle ocuaman  19/Bigender/philippines
(19/Bigender/philippines)   
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