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...how long has it been?
It hurts all over.
...no wonder, I lost half of my whole body.
So I really am dying.
I don’t want to accept this reality, but the feeling of the blood that’s slowly trickling out of the numerous ugly wounds on what’s left of my body is a hard proof of it.
How many times have I wages war with those arrogant creatures?
How many years has I been living with mine and my kind hatred towards them?
How many days have I stayed awake in my sleepless night as I remember the numbers of sacrifices on every war we have?
As we tried to protect ourselves to fulfill this selfishness?
...maybe we’re no different than them, or even worse.
...I can feel my body losing its vitality as time passes by.
It is strange. I’ve never felt warmth unless I’m on my father’s cradle, yet as I slowly fallen under the embrace of God, the warmer I became.
Am I going to die just like this?
...I really miss you.
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...?
I haven’t been able to see anything as my eyes are no more, but what was that little white light?
Floating around as if it’s looking for something.
Ah, it’s getting closer. Is it looking for me?
Such a pretty light.
...maybe it’s not that bad to die like this.
Let us meet again, daddy...
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