cold. clinical, and sterilised.
it is all so imperfect.
war has tempered. dulled.
if only those rebels, would hound again.
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... god, how i ricochet between certainties and doubts.
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i still think about it. a place where you and i could've...
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i cannot say i am familiar with forgiveness.
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in the end, i never did understand what i was born for.
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( π±π¦π³π©π’π±π΄ .α ) this was it. the culminations of
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the past's cautionary caviat; cold lament.
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it clatters my armor. reflects in my visor.
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perhaps. ( π΄πͺπ¨π© .α ) they were right.
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if only one lived to now laugh.
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γ did you bleed today , soldier ? γ
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like rain on the mountains.
#MyXAnniversary
it is just noise.
the battle's roar,
the soldier's cry
each stalwart uniform
burning out like crashing star.
every old friend.
dead and gone.
burnt and spread.
march on, soldier.
ashes, dust. it has all come to this.
where once were companions, a
corpse now lie. o, good soldier,
is it not wonderful? to fight for the Republic. . .



