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Jun 2016
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 oneΒ Β of the medics leans close to me and says "rest in peace"
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