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I can't sleep at night
with a warmonger...
Father, forgive me.
Forgive how I want to...
I rarely cry anymore,
but when I do, it's when...
It's not my burden
it's not my responsibility...
"Ready for warfare?", my mind antagonizes.
"I wasn't created for battlefields", my heart insists.
My heart is sick with grenades.
Sometimes you have to work on protecting yourself more than your desire to protect others.
by Maple Tree