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They said I’ll die, but I won’t cry.

Only two weeks, they said.

I miss you and our son

from the bottom of my deep black soul. I count all the bodies,

while straying through killing fields. Building walls.

Maybe I’ll die, but I won’t cry.

We’re homebound, returning to our roots.

It won’t take long

to find the ones to blame. We’re homebound, returning to our roots.

It won’t take long.

I still firmly believe in a good end. Cuts are deep, scars will remain. I tend to wait until death.

I tried to evade,

no options, no light, no hope.

Just borders, hate and tears.

Pain ist deep, more traumas to come.