A wounded soldier raised with broken bones screams out for help but no one hears my moans.
My voice is horse, my body aches but I still continue, it could be worse.
A little aid here a little aid there
I wish I could compensate them
But nothing seems to compare.
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Poems From Yuki
PoetryI get sad sometimes and life gets hard so here's a few poems I make to get through the day. I claim all copyright.
