Fight

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I was 5am on the 10th of July

Farah woke up to a bomb going off

Shaking the ground underneath her.

It was followed by gunshots

Saying Farah was scared would be an understatement,

She was terrified.

Farah quickly stood up,

Nearly falling.

She decided that she would stay there

Until the fighting subsided.

It only took 3 hours

Farah began to regret even coming to Mosul

The fighting had become worse.

Farah heard shuffling nearby,

She quickly scrambled to her feet

Looking for the closest exit.

There was a window,

The footsteps became louder

Farah had no choice but to jump.

She landed on her shoulder rolling,

Farah could hardly move

Black spots dancing on her vision.

She knew she had to get up

And she did with a lot of difficulty.

She was running

But her shoulder stopped her

She couldn't run anymore.

She had to stop,

Farah chose the wrong time to stop.

It happened to quickly,

A missile was coming towards

The building she was sheltered in.

She had to run,

She only just made it

The building exploded.

Taking her with it,

Farah knew she was defeated.

She couldn't keep her eyes open anymore

She let darkness consume her.

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