The smoke

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I wake up on the ground as I was glowing. I look at the wind. all I seen is dust blowing towards me. as I keep looking my family was gone I yelled for them. It feel like nobody can hear me
"all the tribes were gone with the wind"
everyone is lost in the smoke and dust. Bullets keep flying. Blood on the ground body's fall. is this the end I think. I feel like screaming. As I hold my nose stench of death was in the air. Then I started crying. but I knew there got be truth to this. I follow the path up

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