The pain I've suffered,The loss I've had to see with with my own two eyes, I don't think I can carry on. I can still feel it burning in me, right through me, my hands,my legs..my soul.
I wanted to cry,but I have no water left in my body to form any type of tear. It was my fault for their death. I should have died, like everyone else. I burnt their souls alive, and its burning my life into red ashes.
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Burnt
Short StoryA young girl,trying to tell her story, but it doesn't seem so easy, after what she had to face.
