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As i walk out side in the wiry night a gush of wind
hits me like a train thin i see in front of me a single
little white snow flak it was as white as a ghost in
the night as i walk past old houses i get a feeling
like someone is watching me as i look around a
spirit takes over my body it takes me to an old
broken down house and leaves my body as i look
i can see little girls playing in the yard and women
doing Landry men cleaning guns then i think thous
people are dead but i soon realize im the won whose dead.....

when i walk out side i was hit by a train not wind
the single snow flak was a ghost the old houses
where memory of the past the feel that someone
was watching me was my mother making sure
i was ok the spirit that took over my body was
my dead Ant taking me to my old house the little
girls where me and my friends the women where
my mom my Ant and there friends the men where
my dad my uncle and there friends........i saw my
whole life as i died that night and that's the story
of the little girl who died................




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