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Thursday, March 31, 2011

Cold Battle
Everywhere on my body is cold. The sound of the wind traveling through the snow. The bullets flying through the air. Blood rushing out of my body. I didn't know how long I had to live. people running past not knowing whats coming to them. When will someone come save me? Will I ever see my family again? These are the things that you have to think when it's the end for you.

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