I am that which I cannot be…

I am those things that make me shudder in the night,

I am the one who runs into the bloodiest fight,

I am these scars and bruises that mark me as a man,

I am not what they saw or thought when I ran.

I have become a multitude of aspects,

Aspects that make me a mess of men,

I am no longer one but thousands,

The end can never set me free as I am buried under the others,

The others will not go or die, death is no release,

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