There was a boy
He went to war
He fought with valor
He held the scars
He bled in silence
Behind black doors
I tried to heal
the broken parts
My light could not
invade his heart
and
though he’s gone
I love him still
There was a boy
I always will
©justagirllost2
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* AP photojournalist Horst Faas took this iconic photo on June 18, 1965, during the Vietnam War.
*I chose it for its haunting beauty & because the boy in the photo reminds me of a boy I once loved.
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May 31, 2017 at 2:36 am
Simply Awesome!!
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June 1, 2017 at 2:16 pm
Thank you so much, my friend!!! 🙂
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May 30, 2017 at 9:08 pm
Damn, that’s beautiful.
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June 1, 2017 at 2:16 pm
Thank you, my friend. It came from the heart. ❤
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May 30, 2017 at 5:16 pm
i followed you on twitter. oh boy!
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June 1, 2017 at 2:45 pm
oh boy, cool, thank you. 🙂
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June 2, 2017 at 7:37 am
um you can follow me if you like
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June 3, 2017 at 1:56 pm
I don’t know who you are
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June 5, 2017 at 12:30 pm
i did now i dont. i am me. and it is your loss not mine.
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May 30, 2017 at 5:16 pm
death is not the true end
around the bend
mr bones
awaits us all
can you love again
find a friend
intimate
as our pal lisa
said is not sex
it is a willing offer
of a hand
and time
and heart
and mind
to connect
two to one
one and one
perhaps
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June 1, 2017 at 2:46 pm
lovely, and true, death is not the end. Love is all that matters in the end. 🙂
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June 2, 2017 at 7:46 am
no going to heaven is all that matters the rest ends and returns to them grainz of sand
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September 27, 2015 at 5:44 am
I know that face for I have seen it thousands of times and I know those scars for they are mine. War IS hell.
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September 27, 2015 at 4:40 pm
I am so sorry you suffered & suffer still my friend. You are in my thoughts & prayers always. I do believe in healing though I cannot know your pain. Thank you for sharing your beautiful soul. 🙏🏻
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