Final Goodbye

April 15, 2010
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The whistling sound that goes through my ears
Screams of pain the flat line my ears
I look around at the sea of red
Everything falls like a shower of rain
Never to rise again
As I am writing this to you
Whistling rockets are flying by
Screams of pain and agony flat line my ear
Drips of blood fill the sea of red
I’m hoping this gets me through
Because this may be my last letter
So I will write you these wo





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