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I lay on the ground feeling the sun's warm embrace I can feel death's icy hand pulling on my warm face I remember the punch of the bullet as it ripped through my chest I look up too see a cop standing over me and i hear a siren before i know it i find myself under arrest As the paramedics come closer the cop explains he shot me in self defense as i lay there i hear the cold air whisper too me to go to sleep As I'm put into the back of the ambulance and I'm close to the end one  of the medics leans close to me and says "rest in peace"
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Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 9:05 PM UTC
The Bullet
I lay on the ground feeling the sun's warm embrace I can feel death's icy hand pulling on my warm face I remember the punch of the bullet as it ripped through my chest I look up too see a cop standing over me and i hear a siren before i know it i find myself under arrest As the paramedics come closer the cop explains he shot me in self defense as i lay there i hear the cold air whisper too me to go to sleep As I'm put into the back of the ambulance and I'm close to the end one  of the medics leans close to me and says "rest in peace"
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Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 9:05 PM UTC
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