Growing apart from nation, but showing up when it demands.
Seeing the patriotism among those who have grown nearer but have shed more blood than you could ever bear.
Always ready to see the war, but never really knowing the pain in eyes of those who stand still apart from the families.
In the democratic nation, where you’re shut down to speak for yourself and even the essays you wanted to write against something, weren’t printed because those can’t show the truth?
Who is free after all?
But
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