If Dreams Were Enough
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This was our reality
This fucking war, a war that we didn't started or wanted to fight. We didn't deserve this.
We were just kids...
Children dragged into a war, and being stripped of our rights to be children. It wasn't fair. Why did they do that to us? We didn't choose to be different and we certainly never asked for it. Are we really supposed to be sentenced to this miserable life for something we can't control? Are our parents guilty of loving their child more than their country? When did it became illegal to be a human? Just a human. We're all alone in this place already, are we really to disguise this loneliness with the unjustified hatred for one another?
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