10 children playing in the rubble, little do they know, tomorrow they will be nine eight missiles crashing into seven homes at six a.m. Tick, Tick… five people killed in …
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The boy pressed his face against the glass, and the fish behind it startled.
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What is next?
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His drunkenness was finally stirring and soon he would have to exit single-minded onto this deathly isle of lost souls and darkened delights.
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Their words and voices echo in my brain.
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My lion’s mane comes roaring in.
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It feels as if I’m only losing my years. It consumes me.
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Hope just meant there was something left to fight for.