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Aug 2022
He took up arms
to protect those he loved.
He was poisoned by words,
and was never enough.
The loved ones cried
as they sold the mans grave
for likes online.
His suffering always paid.
While he was alive
they called him an animal
chained him with claims
to paint him a demon.
When they needed him
he was a credit to men.
When they were done
he was there to condemn.
Owen
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Owen  27/M/Ft. Campbell TN
(27/M/Ft. Campbell TN)   
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