Chapter 22.
344.
344 days since my last anniversary. Finally the war is over, but I still find myself in missions that feel interplanetary. Too many gun battles have passed, too many emotions in the shape of bullets have been shot across my battlefield. My mentality was the sweat and dirt, and my uniform is covered in both. Finally! I'm home, time to drown myself in water, so I can wash myself off because this has been very unsanitary. 12:05am, time to sleep as if I were a child again. Tonight it'll be as if I'm sleeping on a bed made of clouds, whoa! Well isn't this the most rare rest I've ever had, you could say I fell asleep in the most expensive built nursery.
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PoetryI'm Luis. This is my freestyle project, call it anything you want. I am preparing myself for a potential surgery in my right temporal lobe. Appointments, decisions, and testing... It all begins on June 7th, 2018. I thought I'd keep writing this new...
