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He approached me in red A fellow of 20 We could've been friends But he and I senselessly armed Predetermined enemies marked by a flag We could've swapped stories of our hope of returning to the past We both fired, I to he felled down with dignity We could've been friends But he is dead rather than me Unfortunate situation I had more luck than he We could've been friends Before the madness and mayhem and ****** The sad thing is, We could've been friends. If we weren't victims of circumstance.
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Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 9:22 PM UTC
The Man I Killed
He approached me in red A fellow of 20 We could've been friends But he and I senselessly armed Predetermined enemies marked by a flag We could've swapped stories of our hope of returning to the past We both fired, I to he felled down with dignity We could've been friends But he is dead rather than me Unfortunate situation I had more luck than he We could've been friends Before the madness and mayhem and ****** The sad thing is, We could've been friends. If we weren't victims of circumstance.
We watched a documentary on WWI in class today.
jademelrose
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Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 9:22 PM UTC
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