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Falling Our hometown is We don’t know what to do Or how to feel about this all Unsure Sickness That’s what came next Real sickness from battle Everyone was sick of all Tired Loud noises That’s all we heard Constant crashes and cracks Dying eardrums, unhearable Fighting Painful People are hurt Nobody left unchanged The hurt of this has changed all lives Eternal -Megan

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