From birth your time, they say, will come. Your family excited, the papers, you sign. Guns flare. The uncles, the grandads, the fathers - those left - they say, your time will come. You sign, they cheer, you fight, they boo. Your war will come.
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Josh is many things, but when it comes to writing, he sees the practicality in portraying life’s
nuances while acknowledging its grand absurdity. Always hoping to inspire people to accept
setbacks with triumphs, he hopes to cultivate a sense of catharsis through eccentric humour
and humanizing each other with modern realism and colloquialism. Most importantly, he hopes you enjoy.
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