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we fight until there is no in between until homes are reduced to wastelands until we feel incomplete without a gun in our hand and still the children go hungry still the mothers are weary still the fathers die early Esther Krenzin
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Aug 10, 2020
Aug 10, 2020 at 11:28 AM UTC
the tragedy of war
we fight until there is no in between until homes are reduced to wastelands until we feel incomplete without a gun in our hand and still the children go hungry still the mothers are weary still the fathers die early Esther Krenzin
#war#bloodshed#loss#grief#death#sorrow#lament
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Aug 10, 2020
Aug 10, 2020 at 11:28 AM UTC
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