The City From Peters Perspective

Baby’s screaming in front of me as I walk away from my destroyed home. Smelling the toxic smoke up high, flames spread and pieces of bricks vanish away to dust in the air. Tanks shooting and soldiers marching looking for people. I hold my father’s hand tightly. Loud explosions drop as it makes me flinch with a horrified look.

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