Do you know how precious a life is? Don't ask me, I don't really know either. But what I know is that, when someone is killed, a story ends. The pen stopped moving (and it did long ago).
One person is like a main character of his own story and when a story ends, I don't know. Do you know how it feels when you finish a book? There are so many things that will also be gone.
Let's stop talking about this. It's depressing.
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