They're all dead.
He's alive.
It's not fair.
But life isn't fair.
He's alive, and I'm glad. But he's not. Why not? It hurts.
I cried.
They're all dead.
Papa, Mama, Hoz, Rudy.
Oh, dear god, Rudy.
Why him?
Why any of them?
Why the War?
How many Rudy's and Mama's and Papa's were killed before it stopped?
Thousands? Millions? Billions?
Why them?
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And, while I hate to say this, it's way better than Twilight.
So sad, but so beautiful.
It should win a Nobel Prize for Literature.
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