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Stranded. All alone. My shouts of plea, falling
deaf on other’s ears. I hear the screams of
pain. But I am too numb, too hurt, to reach out
and help.

My world has vanished. Now all I have is aÂ
little food, some water that drips from the
wreckage, and endless piles of rubble.

The days seem to slip by too quickly for me to
notice. Until one day, when I thought I could
survive no longer, an angel came down and
rescued me.

The sunlight hurt my eyes and burned my skin….
but it felt so good to be free.

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