What am I?
They tell me to keep going.
but how can i?
I have to hide what I’ve seen,
to protect our kind
I put my pencil down
just one last time
The thoughts,
stuck in my head that I can’t unbind,
yet I can’t write a line
They call me a Unit
but what am I?
A Soldier in the past,
when it was easy
now i reach my demise
Who is here to help me
No, not even my divine
But I can.
not fight my mind
No Easy Day
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