Mini Mini Story

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fullsizerender-3They came for us, one by one. Using our intelligence against us. Our love. Our compassion. And our hate. We were weak to think that we had a chance. Delusional to the circumstances that we were forced under. No one was allowed help. Their was no one left to help us but ourselves. Yet, our hope was gone. Lost. Buried and burned to the past we wanted to forget but painfully remembered. B. Cortes

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