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Today we fight. All the time. We fight for our life. We fight for other's life. We fight for human rights. We fight for justice. But we fight. And we kill. And we are killed. And while fighting we forget the human rights and the justice. We just fight. We think we're right. Our enemy think he's right too. But no one is right. We're only left. For the moment. And we use weapons. And we use missiles. And we throw grenades, thinking that we will survive. But we won't. Because the Death will find us. But we will never stop to fight.

When I write, I leave my mind fly. It flies form ad idea to another one. I don't think what I write. I write what I think. Because when my mind flies, I think at everything. Good ideas. Bad ideas. Strange ideas. It doesn't matter for me. Because even the bad ideas can give you a good idea. And strange ideas can give you a bad idea. Sometimes I don't know what I think. Maybe because I think too much things at the same time. But I continue to write. I forget everything about the world around me. I focus only on the paper. My hand writes everything she wants. She never stops. I never look back. I see only the new line. And if