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I am a conquror
I wonder what happens after life
I hear whispers in the wind
I see my angel
I want a my baby back
I am a conquror
I pretend to be okay
I feel my gardian angel around me
I touch the hearts of people
I worry for the next generation
I am a conquror
I understand that everything happens for a reason
I say that god gives his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers
I dream of my kids and career
I try to not think of the past
I hope to be better then what everyone expects
I am a conquror
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