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That Is How We Lived, Happily And Without Hope. I Was Very Young Then, And I Did Not Miss Having A Future Because I Did Not Know I Was Entitled To One.

I Wanted To Look At The Differences Between How We Fought Then And How We Fight Now, Because The Current Lack Of Closure Generates A State Of Psychological Unease That Is Interesting To Acknowledge And Examine.

If I Can't Write It Would Be As If I Died.

I'm Not Happy With Just Repeating Myself.

However Long The Moon Disappears, Someday It Must Shine Again.