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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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genevive
<p>with much love.</p>

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