370

it was friday the 13th.

everything was normal.

we got sent home.

didn't come back.

i can only breathe in smoke and toxic fumes

because that is what i'm used to.

i can't say a word. 

it's been 370 days.

What we said and did that day was unbelievable.


 

IceGalaxy

VA

15 years old

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