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'No mother, no father!'

Tears streaming down my face

why would they care about me,

when I care about others.

'Unhygeine is the reason,

but I will fix it, fix it all'.

As I began my study,

another thing was beginning,

the war was breaking,

and so were our men.

I rushed to the battlefield

to aid the sick...

but now I am sick,

this could be the end,

but at least I know that I have helped.

Nightingale


By Sidhika

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