To find the truth
we might falter
knowing our lives
are built as a soldier
would on the lines
decide his life
is worthy of sacrifice.
Every moment he knew
a flashback we say
PTSD
a diagnosis for him.
This design
such is scrutiny
meant to ruin our lives
balk at happiness.
I wandered into love
only to realize
this desine, this circumstance
might be meant for chance.
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