The Way Amanda Died

I know I will die, If I will follow my conscience. I worry not for myself, But for my loved ones behind. I finally closed my eyes, When I cannot take it anymore. The way they snatched my life, Is like a ritual of the devils. Spare my memories, Just like my family. Let me leave my footprints, As I attempted to escape. Well, you won this battle, But only for a day. I will raise the curtains, While the heavens let me in. I died like a pig, In a...

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