tommy war poem pog
rough draft
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The day I died I understood,
Living isn't all that good.
Each day brought more manipulation,
Struggling to defend our nation.
Loved ones lied,
Fighters died,
Drowned in thoughts of suicide.
The big man I was long ago
Is just a fading memory,
But they're searching for something
To bring me back,
Far and wide for a remedy.
Despite everything that was,
I'm pretty content here.
All the while just because
I'm masking all my fear.
YOU ARE READING
♡ dream smp poems ♡
Fanfici'll randomly update this book whenever i make more poems, but here's what i have so far :)
