what? what have i done wrong? why do i see blood?
"he's still breathing! somebody-- somebody call an ambulance!"
i see. so you still have plans on letting him continue living.
that's the cruelest thing i can ever imagine.
"he was ran over by that truck over there! do you know him, boy?"
huh. i think i do know him by name and face. but his innate self is something that a being like me has difficulty in discerning.
"i see. i'm so sorry about what happened. we're going to get him to the hospital in time and everything's going to be alright."
heavy words.
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Higher
أدب الهواةI want to go to the city. I want to stand on top of the tallest building. I want to yell, tell everyone that I exist.
