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  • I was born on the same date of a stranger's death.
    We lived on different years.
    He saw the horrors of war.
    While, I enjoy the luxury of a peaceful century.
    His pain and suffering is worse than mine ever was.
    Compared to his, my troubles seem nothing but trivial.
    I cried for that.
    Cried for his pain and misery.
    Cried for his hope that never came true.
    Cried for his death.
    Cried at how cruel and unfair the world is.
    Cried at the actions of the bystanders.
    I cried for it all.
    For the stranger whom I felt connected to.
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