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Home City

This city is my home yet it symbolizes death. The death of my comrades on these streets during a war I loathe to remember. The death of my family in an explosion I was lucky to evade. The death of a lover in a car accident. A cursed place, it seems, but my home nonetheless. Perhaps that’s why I found myself here after I died.

I wonder if I’ll meet them all again.


Belated response to the Daily Post promptcity.

Thank you for reading=) Feel free to tell me what you think in the comments!

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Absolutely fantastic procrastinator. Creative, often irrational, hyperactive. Reader, writer, artist, photographer, film-maker, gamer.

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