It seems I'm destined to become another casualty, in the most horrendous of wars. A war without weapons but words, without an end, or a beginning. It is the war of love.
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PoetryI started to write about everything, pouring all of my soul into words on paper, all the emotions will fill the pages with a magic all on its own for every story has a meaning and I'm just beginning to tell mine #1 tired of life 6/11/20
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It seems I'm destined to become another casualty, in the most horrendous of wars. A war without weapons but words, without an end, or a beginning. It is the war of love.
