September Days

'Twas the last time that I need you
'Twas the last time that I love you
'Twas the last I'm gonna say your name

Now you're begging for forgiveness
Sorry boy I can't forgive you
'Coz you've now broken my emo heart

Pre Chorus:
The sunlight's already gone down
The roses already wilted up
But sometimes...

Chorus:
I miss your loving ways
That I lost during
Those September days
I hope that
You'll be back someday
I want you to be the same

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poem by Jas Andrada
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English Project

I heard an explosion today near our house. I was so scared that I got my gun quickly and looked for my uncle. Surprisingly, he was still asleep in his room. After I checked on him, I ran outside the house and there was smoke and dust everywhere. The stench of gunpowder tickled my nose horribly. I looked for dead people but couldn’t see anything or anyone because of the dust. When the dust lifted up, there were bodies and blood everywhere. At the corner of the building a block away from our house, I saw a familiar body lying on the ground. When I came closer, I realised that it was my friend, Ali, and he was... dead! I was so shocked that I ran into our house and did not leave my bed for the rest of the day. The only thing that I knew that time is that I HATE THIS LAND.

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