Heavy smoke. Short breathe. Lot of screams melted in a loud sounds of alarms. I woke up gasping for air but my lungs were filled by a grey smoke. I coughed and I tried to reach my window. I wiped the glass and all I saw was darkness and hurricane-like fire. People left the place. Ruins and ashes were all what was left behind.. All of this was inside of a body held in it all this destruction. This pain was in my heart, kept there, Sometimes in the darkest moments pain turns into a strong non-feeling of nothing. At this level precisely, I was kept from being continually exposed to painful experiences. At that particular time I gained some force to endure more. Sometimes destruction is the best way to build better things.
About the Creator
Dhouha Shili
Nickname:@didy
*English student🎓
*In love with k-worldđź’•
*drawing✏
*motivational speeches
*reading all genres
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