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Age: Nineteen

The smell of diesel with a little unfamiliar but sour smell fills my lungs leaving behind a nausea feeling and the urge to throw up takes over me. I have injuries all over my body, but they aren't hurting anymore. It feels as if my body is numb or maybe in a shock, but I do feel the fabric of my cloth sticking to my body—is it perhaps because of sweat or blood?

Possibly both. I slowly part my eyes, the darkness of night covering my eyes making me think that all of this is a part of a nightmare, I never thought of, but the irritation in my limbs makes me realize that all of this is anything but a dream.

Mumma said life and death has a thin line and our lives which we call a long journey is that thin line dividing life from death. For some people, this thing life aka life is beautiful but for some it's opposite, and yet, they live.