Despair
As I sprinted out of the demolished building of my home, I
cried out helplessly, remembering my beloved family, and all they had done to
make sure I had a happy life. It felt like my life had been torn apart, never
to be seen again, then replaced by a nightmare. I felt a surge of anger.
Whoever had done all that must have had some relatives, so what gave them the
right to make me lose mine? Silently I vowed I would make sure they lost
theirs, and was sorrowful that they had killed my family, and my life.
By Matthew
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