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The air filled with smog from the war. The airships hovering made a loud humming noise echo through the sky. It’s hard to breathe this air, I can barely even see through it. Oh, the peaceful times before the war. How beautiful this country was. Now everyday I see people dying. The war kills many, but the smog is the true killer here. Just before I saw a boy in the alley crouched against the wall, his little hands holding out for something? Begging for food maybe? But of course there was no one there. Then his little hands fell to the ground. I think he died. How sad. I wonder why do I feel so indifferent to this? Why is everyone so indifferent to the dead bodies that surround us? Have we been desensitized to this bleak situation? I guess so. Maybe this Jack the Ripper is the manifestation of our true evil hidden inside us. Our hidden darkness. And we are the empty husks that still walk around in desperation. Desperation for what?? We’re dying. We’re all dying a painful slow death. So why? I walk into my quiet emptyhouse, I see through the window at my desk the town and these depressing people living their pathetic lives. I do not wish to be a part of this life anymore. This shall be my final entry in thisjournal. Whoever reads this, well, may God have mercy on you.
