Floor 29
I was in the tower.
The tower that fell down.
I will never forget that day.
All the screams and all the cries.
Than plane crashed right above me.
Blazing flames came roaring.
I ran to the exit.
Evereyone crowds around.
Thank you to the firefighter that saved our lives.
Once I got out I started heading home.
To tell my family that I loved them.
I took one last look at the tower.
And saw the tower fall down
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