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Aug 2018
It’s hard to escape this insanity when your world is on fire. I’m left gasping for clean air only to find war smoke.
Papers are thrown, glasses are shattered.
And I am uncomfortably numb.
Written by
elaine  14/F/somewhere temporary
(14/F/somewhere temporary)   
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