You're so tired of the war,
If everything you are told is true,
You don't know you no more,
You want to start it all over again,
Not for pity or shame,
As the only way to make yourself heard,
With no chance for a derisive refrain,
It's not an uncommon situation,
Nor to be dissuaded,
Life is over in the blink of an eye,
Whether fresh or faded,
Of course, then what?
There are no guarantees,
You could come back to try it all again,
Or never find out other destinies.
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