The oversea war

I don’t know to whom I should standI don’t know for whom I should crythose unhealthy and unfamiliar howlshitting me hardI should say something, I should do somethingbut not todaybecause it’s overwhelming, it feels like I will diethis oversea fight, still I can seepeople are lurking under the depth of the crowdthat painless body, hurting chest and teary eyesI don’t know what to sayI don’t know for whom I should praytheir voices piercing into my…

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