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Created on: July 25, 2010 Last Updated: August 04, 2010
Today I was approached by an angel of sin.
He wouldn't let me go, he wouldn't let me win.
He refused to listen, or even give me chance.
He was determined at most or take all that I had.
I felt as if were dreaming, or just half awake.
Until I realized this wasn't heaven, this must be a mistake.
I don't know how I got here, I don't remember much.
My last thoughts were of an accident, I do remember the cuts.
I'm not ready to die, please don't take my soul.
I promise to change, oh please let me go.
He must of heard me because I'm standing by my car.
The accident didn't happen yet; There's no cuts or scars.
Did this really happen; Or was this just a dream?
I was surely scared to death, most would agree.
I will say this once more, that I'm not ready to die.
I am not willing to let go of everything, so don't even try.
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