That place was so
strange. Everybody cried, was busy with their own tears. I didn’t know where I
was and how I could get there. It’s like I just standing there at the
beginning. I was confused about what’s going on, then I walked to a child that
worn a red jacket for some answers.
“Hey, are you okay?”
It took a minute before
she turned around of me and looked at my face. When she did, I cried, was busy
with my own tears, being a part of them.
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