The BattleA Poem by CherrieThe Battle First cut hurts the deepest. Leaves you limp and slowed. But as the war rages your pain begins to lull. Now a seasoned veteran. You fight without a tear. But when the fight is over your victory brings no cheer. No feelings have you to offer no dreams do you share. I offer you freedom with one word. Forgive.
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