Each time I told my story, I lost a bit, the smallest drop of pain. It was that day that I knew I wanted to tell the story of my family. Because horror on Earth is real and it is every day. It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot be contained.

staying in one position
will make fruitless this mind
moving everywhere
after every interval
will bring better things
to the mind and also
will increase thinking abilities

Sometimes it rained, but mostly it was just dull, a land without shadows. It was like living inside Tupperware.

Written By Anastasia purea

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