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"Resist" she screams running from ash Broken and torn but not turning back
Friends; family; dragged away Screams of dying, echoes all around Disease hovering over Blood churning, knowing; I might be next Cold; naked, to the realm outside A prisoner Obedient, yet shaken
I used to be happy, with a school, and a mom, with friends, and nice clothes. Then destruction hit, like a hurricane, you were warned about, but you didn't listen.
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