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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