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Silence came to me. The word was suddenly empty, and the dialogue numb.
 

I wasn’t sure whether I was in a dream or elsewhere.
 

When I heard the bombings, I was reminded of democracy in destruction. Of shamelessness.
 

Fragmentation. Vacuum.
 

History disappears. To what, right?
 

There is nothing but one word; extermination.
 

And Lies! Fuck those bastards. Shameless Rats.
 

This time no one can close a door. It’s a narrow, opening to something else.

 

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