Of all the things I ever wanted to be
One of them was never the product of me
Of all the things I’ve done and seen
All the words said and actions I didn’t mean
The distances travelled and the blood spilled
The tears cried over the men killed
The empty silences that consume me whole
As the war inside me devours my soul
Of all the things I ever wanted to be
Everything I have done has made me, me.
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