Arrival
I look up high...high... high into the sky Why what do I find but a sun that shines I look down...down...down to the ground What have I found but the ground that surrounds I look back...back....back to my past I seeallthat has passed me bytoo fast I look ahead...ahead...ahead to myfinal bed I shall sleep in unrest, dead, with words left unsaid
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justmort
I am 20 years old, fresh out of boot camp. Infantry for life, hooah.
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