I saw long lines of refugees, just quiet, I don't know why they were so quiet. There were long lines, like ghosts....or the warmongers just don't care.
Most of them were stretching out their arms because the skin was peeling off from the tips of their fingers. I could clearly see the hanging skin, peeling skin, and the wet red flesh and their hair was burned and smelled, the burnt hair smelled a lot.
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