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One Last Breath

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I'm horrified at the sight,
I'm scared at the thought.
How could this happen?
Aren't we all the same?

No, I guess we aren't
My heart is pure,
While yours is full of hatred.
My consicious is clear,
is yours?

As I try my best to survive
I ask myself what we did to deserve this?
You make it impossible to get through
Torturing us until our very last breath.

You have killed everything,
My family, and my sense of living,
You might as well just end my life.





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