The sky was a red as blood against the last sun.
The camera couldn't manage.
Blood everywhere,mine, flowing,bursting
out of my heart.
It must be a kind of weakness that i didn't want to see badness.
It is present allover. To look away doesn't make it disappear.
My friend is right:there are people with no soul and people with not much soul.
I stand up to this now:true.
I heard it too often in the past, "all will be good in the end".
It just isn't true at all.
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