…my “I” is lost. It is trampled, crushed into small pieces, killed with one shot. Who are you? Who am I? Why do you ask? Who am I? I'm not here. I dont exist. My “I” was destroyed, leaving behind traces of war. Numerical wounds will not heal until the next morning, so I will die that very night. At exactly 05:00 I disappeared. I will evaporate with the fire, smoke from bullets produced by cold steel. "I" is dead.
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December 28, 2023 at 5:27 PM