All of this has to end. C'est allé trop loin, encore une fois. And again. Bam bam, dead ? Yeah maybe, but it's not over, not at all. Children dies, and we feel confortable. Still, it's just the beginning, they won't die alone. But it has to end. At this point, can god help us from destoying ourselves ?
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