My love,
Already five years since I left you on the threshold of the house, already five years that I
got into the bus to take me away from you, for taking me deep in Syria
No I'm not traveling, it's just my job because I am a soldier.
I know my darling I have not chosen an easy job
Here, gunshots fall one by one. Two colleagues I had not returned this morning.
It's cold without your arms to hold me despite the heat of the earth. My sweet, Cassandra,
know that you are my star in the infamous blood spill. I often imagine a world where everything would be better,
but it is destiny that has not decided. If I die here, I beg you, do not cry,
it's a little live I grant you, but I will do everything to return. while we both know that the risk is omnipresent.
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