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The road was hard. My body ached from the weight on my back. My frozen feet painfully carried me forward. Only one more day, and I will be free..

The shot pierced through dull silence. I turned quickly, and scanned my surroundings. This is not happening! Panicked thoughts raced through. Wa..

The frigid wind battered mountains around me. I stood motionless looking nowhere. I thought of home, thousands of miles away. I thought how eve..

Perfectly utopian, blissful communist lie.

I am now. Standing here; looking at you. I am not afraid. Fools died to have you. To taste your tears, The first time, the last time. But th..

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