Soldier

Living and hating.

Loving and daring.

Seeing not believing

Death calls the name

of my soldier inside.

Marching to end in a

game.  A life spared

once again. Needing

freedom. Needing love.

Need to escape.  Reality

is a pain. Cut little

soldier, cut all the

hate out and smile again.

~Kesha~


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