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Fear
Cloudy, grey smoke drifts over me as
I hide in a trench.
Burning skin as bombs hit
my fellow soldiers.
Loud, scary guns and bombs
as I run to safety.
Worried and tense being in a trench with the enemy above my head.
Blood dripping down my face as I fall to the hard ground.
I hope I will make it through this war.
Teina Cassidy
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