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 Prayers for the Lost

Don't talk to me, just pass me by,
I used to have friends, now I don't try.
That way you won't have to judge me when I reveal myself,
and give you the list of the things on my shelf.
I have filled many minds with my pain,
they showed me no mercy just called me insane.
Duty was my call that caused me to fall,
caring about others, putting them above all.
I once was a soldier, now I'm a tattered shell,
and the pain that I have is in a bottomless well.
Without medication, I would have been long gone,
yet now frustration seems to be my ultimate song.
Millions of Vets have problems like me,
with no understanding or compassion to see.
So I'll take my meds and do the best that I can,
and pray for the others that have served this land.

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