asheena
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life
The fragment that schattered my face was my dance with death
The cold heat that came upon me called my name to hell?
I aint answer
The war tried to take me out but my place of purpose sent for me
Death was now devestated
Beauty has weakend touture
Now the fragment that schattered my face
Was brought to life
I awake from a daydream
And the bullet missed me
I dreamt life....
Because I didnt miss death
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