It's weird to witness
your friends killing strangers,
insurgents,
blowing **** up,
then watch them return
to another zone,
a place we call home.
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 10:35 AM UTC
It's weird to witness
your friends killing strangers,
insurgents,
blowing **** up,
then watch them return
to another zone,
a place we call home.
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