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I am your wife, I do not have your courage, I have a soul which cries, Which is restless, When you are sent on the Front Line, Not knowing if you would return alive or dead. And if you return home, Wounded,scarred with traumatic stress disorder, I become not a wife nor your widow, Just your caretaker, My soul bleeds. 19/2/2019.
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Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 5:15 PM UTC
Not A Soldier
I am your wife, I do not have your courage, I have a soul which cries, Which is restless, When you are sent on the Front Line, Not knowing if you would return alive or dead. And if you return home, Wounded,scarred with traumatic stress disorder, I become not a wife nor your widow, Just your caretaker, My soul bleeds. 19/2/2019.
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Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 5:15 PM UTC
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