With the constant whirring like sound of machine guns firing, I spend every waking moment in fear of the unknown. I hide behind the sheets, as the distant sounds get louder and closer...The nights seem eerily quite until the sudden burst of that rhythmic sound....I toss and I turn unable to think if that sound would take over me...I spend every waking minute in fear...and even when I'm able to catch a quick nap amidst all the sound,it suddenly starts afresh....the toxic smell of burnt fuel fills the air....it seeps in steadily through every crevice....
the world is seeing its end...with every bleeding breath it takes it is only a matter of time....what are we leaving for the future...
the world is seeing its end...with every bleeding breath it takes it is only a matter of time....what are we leaving for the future...
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