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The lonesome feeling of agony sets in. I pause to peek out from my stone hideaway. Black smoke. Gunshots ring out. Shells fall. Earth flies. What have we done to deserve this? Why are they fighting? How can I escape? Where is my little brother? Is he safe? He left two days ago to get water that wasn’t stained with filth.
I miss mom. She lost the battle of protecting us. I hope dad comes back from battle. He fights for our beliefs and freedom. Will it rain? Fresh water would taste ever so sweet. The plants are dying. Food is scarce. Starvation is settling in. I cannot stand being alone. Should I try to escape? Where should I run to? Will anyone help me?

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