the words of a dead soldier, ballad maybe too, had him feeling "what about me", nobody thought much, just a regular man looking at his ceiling, no thoughts anymore, no worries, no chance at nothing, atleast in his un-noticed life after death, always told lies, should of told him how to put the work... Sign in to see full entry.
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