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The Old Warrior. {poetry}

I hadn't seen myself as a warrior fighting and struggling with weapons in my hands, defending the borders of my kingdom, and with just one goal… … to achieve peace, and living on the truth and the hope that all battles and wars come to an end.

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The Barrage. {poetry}

Walls are heavy and impenetrable, while freedom is light as a feather and infinite… yet it can be hard to carry. Maybe because it can lift you like a bird to unimaginable heights and unknown places we otherwise would never reach.

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