Dear diary,
We hear a loud bomb so close to us, so close to the class. I can see my classmates crying, some praying. I flashback to all my greatest family moments as I believe my last breath will be today. I remember all the dead bodies I've seen throughout my life, people suffering as they tell me to run and hide. Another bomb is set. I cry with horror in my eyes, my ears are covered with my dusty hands which are yet to be exploded off from my body.
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