I am no soldier, and yet you were sending me off to march into battle. You placed a gun in my hands and told me to shoot, and ignored every question as to why that passed my lips. You put me into a war I wanted no part of, and spat in my face when I tried to pull away. I did not give you my life to do with as you please, yet you proceeded to do so anyway. You paraded me around, claiming I was a fighter even though I had always been a lover with gentle hands.
You shaped me into the soldier I was never meant to be, and now the nightmares of blood covered hands rule my life. You sent me in a fight I had no part of being in, and tossed me aside when you had your fill of me.
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Stories That Never Get Told
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