It feels like, a hundred years of sadness came rushing into my face.
…
When you get stabbed so many times, you develop a phobia for knives.
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Argh.
No.
Freeze me.
I don’t want to be stabbed again.
I have been thinking, if I start a war, what will be my chances of winning?
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Very low. Very low.
I have no confidence to win a war. Or I don’t have the desire to win one.
Or…
I have never won one before.