A/N: Another poem. This one is from Susan's P.O.V, after she has "forgotten" Narnia.
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I have tried. I have struggled. I've suppressed years of memories.
No matter what I do, the word circles through my head.
Narnia.
I'm desperately trying to convince myself, they're just childish games.
But how can war be childish?
How can death be a game?