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RE: History and Strangers' Sacrifices

in #history7 years ago

a death of a friend.... I know the feeling about that pain. When I was 12 years old, my best and only friend dies during a hole in the heart. one day come that they told me that he is gone. I was not be able to go the funeral, to hard and to shocking for me. after that it was a hard tie coming, I had no friends in my classes... never mind. nice poem, which remember me again on that time. upvoted