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Sep 2014
Boom. I hear the crack of the wood shatter from across the way. Adrenaline rushes through me as I scramble to replace the fallen pebble. Boom. I hear the screams of the twigs snapping across from me. How much longer do I need to live in this hell till freedom? Who knew it would come at such high of a price? Boom. Another one fallen. How many more need to suffer before peace is made? And at what cost? At who's dispense? Surely the ones in charge don't know of these inhumane actions. For a great leader would never jeopardize this much for what other than a game. Boom
April 1, 2014
Nikki Nakamura
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