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“HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO US!” I shouted when I reached her. I can no longer stop myself. I need to release all this pent-up anger inside of me. I tried to nab her face but my hands fell short when two of the white-robed people held both of my arms. Their grip is strong, like well-trained men, and they are now carrying me up in the air in no time. “HOW CAN YOU DO THESE PEOPLE?!” I am still shouting and being hysterical. I lost everyone. I lost my mom. I lost my friends. And there is no assurance of me waking up anymore. “How can you do this?” I cried and I felt the two men put me on the ground. I knelt in front of them, “Please get me back, my mom.” I beg. “Please find a way for me to wake up.” “Please tell me that this is not real.” “Please tell me that the ghosts are lying.” I bowe
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