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Jun 2015
The wind was blowing through my hair,
Entangling it violently
All around were cries of death and
Blasts of body parts
But we flew past it all,
Only one target for us
All I could hear was the massive thumping
Of my nervous heart
All I could see, was his face
All I could taste,
Was the raging fear bursting inside me
Only one thought crossed my mind
Repeatedly
"What if I'm too late? What if?"
NicoleRuth
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NicoleRuth  26/F/Mumbai
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