Will we get out

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The blue foggy sky is all I could see out of my airplane window. Traveling to who know's where, trapped on this craft for 7 hours 52 minutes 17 seconds the tension was getting higher as the flight dragged on. Some passengers where smart by restring on this long journey unlike me being wide awake in terror. Looking at my surroundings seeing a girl weeping for her mother or father to help her, some people looked at her feeling sorry for her and other's ignoring the void of her existence.

I should have know that this would have happened how foolish I was, how foolish. I felt lie something had slipped my mind, latter on I was a idiot for not remembering I should of remembered him and his wise words. How foolish, how foolish, how foolish and now we are all goners.

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