As I walked into the room, the first thing I noticed was the scent. The smell of urine mixed with dead bodies, lack of hygiene and sweat filled my nose. As I entered, I noticed bodies lying on weak and uncomfortable looking bunk beds made of wood, for about five to six people to share. They looked like a pile of bodies stacked together crammed into one room. Their pillows were metal bowls, with only their clothing keeping them warm. I could see their bones peaking through their skin and suffering in their eyes. I could imagine the people begging for food as starvation took over their bodies. I felt hurt, about those who have lost their lives living in a place like this. This uncomfortable room being placed with other people like a prisoner with no water, food, or proper clothes and beds. The sound of creeks as they took a step on the old wooden floor and the feeling of warmth soon came from the bodies that filled the room. I can only hope that this photo I took will spread a message about these innocent lives who have suffered in this horrific room.

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