I was forced into a room dark and cold i could only just see, the  smell of burning lingered i was dropped in a corner on a chair and i herd a door slam shut. after an hour of being locked inside that room a spot light appeared shining at a plaque on the wall reading. Some things you treasure and some you waist. Somethings you love and somethings you hate. But all that really matters is how you react to them. Violence, stress even war at the worst times.

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