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WAR


Blood on my face, running like it's a race Bullets fill the air, young men are dying i don't think it's fair, I wish I could see my family one last time and to see the girl I love and call her mine, all of sudden I feel a sharp pain in my back, I fall to the ground with my face down, trying hard not to cry but I finally realize that I'm going to die..everything is blury..I can't see and then I wake up and it was all a dream....
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