I think I'm at a perfect state for war. ready to die, ready to vanish into part of history.
when I get shot, when I start falling, when I drop, when I'm breathing my last breath, I could see no one else. I'm alone, dying from the inside. I wonder if anyone would even notice if I'm not here tomorrow.
I'm lost.
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