What's the point of war?
What are we fighting for?
Things that aren't ours?
Will we ever know for sure?
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Late Night Poetry
PoetryRambly poems that I write late at night. I only just realised that rhymed, how ironic. Uploads every Friday
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What's the point of war?
What are we fighting for?
Things that aren't ours?
Will we ever know for sure?
