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this is the prophecy I am using in a story I am writing in a notebook
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I hear your problems,I help my best.But I can't helpif you ignore the rest.I need help too,my heart is broke,my friend just diedand my cheeks are soak..
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Rotting,Rotting, RottingFlesh.Maggotswrithewithinhis chest. Eating,feeding,diggingdown.Hittingbonewith nosound.Screaming,wailing,torturepain.Bloodfall..
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Green eyes,Out of touch,Numb to pain and hunger.Whispered wordsin clasped handscall sparks asunder.````````````````````````````Snow flurries bitelight..
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A poem for my name
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An angel falls...
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