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War is never a beautiful sight to see.

We thrive in it's non-existence. One thought that goes through each mind... we think of our own life, ending that way. Thousand of memories, which makes us who we are today... that would never be reached for the victims of war. The sweet turned bitter, before our eyes... leaves many scars of resentment for us to carry, in memory of the theft to theirs.

I am what is known as a sensitive, to have loss magnified to breath-robbing reaches. But when I see such destruction, I also know that the act of empathy, emerges in all hearts of the world. Leaving a sacred emptiness, behind. What a weight to carry, that we can not measure.

BUT THE POWERS THAT BE, only see us as a chess-move.

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