But stillA Poem by bethany cullen
Standing on the battle field ,
My armour dented, My helmet tinged, But still prepared to fight. I charge though the withered grass, To my expected writhing agony. My sword useless now, My protection worthless, But still continuing on. My appearance defeated, My poor body bruised, Myself wounded, But still I perceive.
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8 Reviews Added on June 23, 2012 Last Updated on June 23, 2012 Authorbethany cullenglasgow, ilovegod, United KingdomAboutwell i love, love , love the twilight books (like all you guys) i am on the vampire team ( i love edward !) but i don't hate jacob he is very nice looking in the films and a charator who suffers alot .. more..Writing
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