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The Crowd

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It was like being in someone else’s memory.
I tried to push through the crowd but I couldn’t make it to the fore ground.
I could only see him dying.
I could hear laughs and chants,
I could smell the blood but not reach it.
I pushed against the flow of the crowd.
Finally I gave up and went down the river of people.
He would surely die.
The sounds faded and so did I.





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