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The ground is shaking. Buildings are falling apart. People are running away. But I am standing still Got no one or nowhere to run to. If the roof fall upon me, would I feel pain or relief?
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Oct 6, 2020
Oct 6, 2020 at 5:56 PM UTC
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The ground is shaking. Buildings are falling apart. People are running away. But I am standing still Got no one or nowhere to run to. If the roof fall upon me, would I feel pain or relief?
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21/M/Croatia
Oct 6, 2020
Oct 6, 2020 at 5:56 PM UTC
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