For four months, I wasn’t even a spectator of the war.
I obeyed the rules, hid in the darkest bunker, nearly blind, totally silent.
I didn’t want to join the fight, no arms for me.
I waited.
Waited.
Today, I have joined the fight.
I can’t kill.
But, I can die.
Will others die because of me?
Do they care?
I don’t.
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