Twinkle, twinkle little star,
I wonder how you got that scar,
Up above with a black eye,
Like an eclipse in the sky,
Twinkle, Twinkle Little star,
I wonder how you got that scar.
When the blazing gun is gone,
When he pleas nothing shines upon,
Then you throw your brittle fight,
Twinkle, twinkle all the night,
Twinkle, twinkle little star,
I wonder how you got that scar.
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Till Death Do Us Part
Short StoryTales of how one may face death in its many forms. How death can bring some together, or tear them apart. How it can build some up or bring them down in a fiery blaze. An inescapable part of life, we must all face some day. The ending of a living...
