Where am I?
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Last published Thu, Aug 27, 2015
I saw people crying.
"He was so young." "He didn't deserve that." Every sentence endes with tears wetting the cheeks of the people around.
- "Who was so young?"- I asked.-"Hey. Is anyone going to answer me?"
My sentence end with a scream of frustration.
Where am I?
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