Untitled Poem by Will Althen

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Back home its hell
The future as well
Bite marks scar me
Taken from freedom
One way ticket to afghan lands
What I’ve known, not my plans
I’ve come to die for my country
War is cruel, but at least the bullets love me.

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Will Althen

Will Althen

The District
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