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We are the children of who have lost family, friends, and hope. In the last few weeks we will starve, go insane, have fear, and worst of all will die. When we run we are afraid we are terrified and we are going to die. My name is Tia I have no hope what so ever I know I'm going to die and I can do nothing to change it, it might be my last time or it will not. But I know it will be for a few because there is more then 200 of us. Mostly kids and teenagers but about 7 adults. I've been running for over two weeks and we have lost 23 so far and more to come but I know we will not make it I know we won't and I know none of us are.
"Hey what's that you got there." A few teens ripped my journal out of my hands I said "stop it give it back!" "
Let's see what you got here, I know I'm going to die and I can do nothing to change it; wow so sad!" The teen read out of my book "here's your stupid book." The teen tosses it back to me while I fumbled to catch it. Then helicopters flew over us and we started to run then shots all around us bang, bang, bang then crying and more panic some Flodin the wrong direction and got shot and then I heard a swive in my ear I ducked and a bullet flew pass me and hit a tree.

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⏰ Last updated: Oct 28, 2017 ⏰

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