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Be bullied, be outraged, by killed, but do not kill.

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Wilfred Owen
Age: 25 †
Born: 1893
Born: March 18
Died: 1918
Died: November 4
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Oswestry
Shropshire
Wilfred Edward Salter Owen
Owen
Outraged
Bullied
Killed
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