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beloved can do nothing under the bullet. How is it possible to
sustain any of your pursuits after seeing how it vanishes in the
war without leaving without leaving any ashes.
I was only a bus driver, but still, a bus driver undergoing can-
nonballs, wound, people grieving, screaming, grabbing ones
can no longer reach, dreaming homes that would no longer
exist.
I still witnessed all these suffering that make me no longer
capable to love.
The world turns so ugly at once, you disgusted it after only
one glance, that’s why we stick to what is brevity with beauty.
So, lost? Who’s lost?
Who regards who as the lost?
Where are we? Who are you?