I walk down the streets, the rain pouring on me while walking past the cemetery. Jeez, so many dead people there that I almost don't care. I hold my military hat in my hand tightly, not caring if I get sick. Those injuries are bugging me, seriously. Finally, I bump into someone and without looking from my feet, I speak clodly. Whatch where you're going next time. I walk past the person, I've had enough of everyone and everything. Just leave me alone, I'm tired.
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