Suffering at its Finest

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Soon I found the use of those bandannas. They were used to cover their hair that had been shaven poorly. Was that going to happen to me? Will they do such thing to a child? Of course they would. Their merciless robots that show no empathy for others. Psychopaths they are. If only I could meet that terrible leader of theirs and beat him up. But i'm just one man, not even, a kid! Their a whole army! What am I to them? Only a speck of dust. All these poor people, how I dreamed to help them all. But, I can't help them. For all I know, i'm going to end up like these broken and shattered people. Help...Someone...Anyone...Please...

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