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We were a story never told,
A flame that died before it’s cold.
Not strangers, not quite meant to be—
Just “almost love” that ruined me.
He held my hand, then held his gun,
Chose the war, and faced the sun.
I gave him love, he gave a fight—
Now I sleep cold, he sleeps in light.
She wore her pain behind a smile,
Held me close through every mile.
Her love—a light that never fades,
The quiet strength in all my days
I walk through fire, I stand through storm,
For love of land, my heart is warm.
If I’m no more, don’t say goodbye,
The flag will speak — I didn’t die.
I lost myself while loving you,
Forgot the things I used to do.
Now in the dark, I softly see—
I don’t miss you,
I just miss me.
You left,
and all I kept—
was your silence
where love once slept.
You can’t defeat me, I stand so tall,
For my motherland, I give it all.
If I must die, don’t shed a tear,
The tricolor wrap will bring me near.
No greater honor, no deeper pride,
Than my flag around me when I’ve died.

— The End —