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Born a soldier

I could have been good.

I could have chose right.

But who makes it so?

What makes it light?

Why when I scratch away at the surface,

Does it seem less simple? Less perfect.

How can I know that it’s what I should do,

When I base my decisions, solely on you?

◄ A never ending struggle

Our humanity ►

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