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Jul 2018
I could feel it.
The pressure rising in the room
like I was back in the fire ;

heat rising above me as I lay on the ground
******* in all the clean oxygen I could find

Like I was back on the fire;
crawling across my bedroom floor trying to find a way out amongst the clouds of smoke

Like I was back in the fire;
feeling my skin boil as I tumble down the stairs looking for the front door

Like I was back in the fire

The fire

All I can feel are the flames dancing on my skin

I felt like I’m back in the fire even though I knew we made it out alive but the fire

it’s all I can feel now

I sat in that room for 3 hours

wondering if the doctors could feel the pressure like I do
My house burned down
Ella
Written by
Ella  14/F
(14/F)   
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     Bobby Copeland and arizona
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