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Oct 1
My eyes, now empty, as I fall down
Blood gushing out, staining the ground

My wish now finally filled
At last, I am freed, as I had willed

Oh dear mother, you don't be sad
Your little martyr, we shall meet again

For Palestine
Written by
Shadow 428  18/M/Pakistan
(18/M/Pakistan)   
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