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Children Running Mothers Crying Children Playing War Fighting for their Cause
White Dots of Metal Flying Tattered Shirts and Pants Splintered Trees and Bushes A Red Sun sets in the Distance
Young Boys Crying Old Mothers Sobbing A Ricochet snaps in the Background A Silent Prayer for the Fallen
Is he going to die?
How old was he?
Silence fills me with Doubt
I doubt he made it thru
Sadness
I think he was 10 years old
A Childhood cut Short
TOO SHORT &n
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"i am exhausted, i'm gonna wake up now"
Stephane Miroux
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melike
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`adonihs says:
*gets on my knees*
`Rahll says:
lmao stop right there
`adonihs says:
*ties my shoe*
`adonihs says:
homo
Welcome to d.A
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melike
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