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War: How I Must Live Or Die

I wish… that war happening around us would end soon. I feel awful when I think of people dying or, when I see innocent souls have been shot. I feel awful when someone chooses you, to wear a bomb as I was. Our world, so small and not perfect, yet still, we can make a difference that I chose to live my life. I own it and no one has the right to rule how I must live or die; no one can take my life, except my Creator.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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