“It may look like I’m collected. It may even look like I don’t care. But inside, the crying, it’s all in my heart. It’s in my heart every day. I cry for myself, I cry for the others. I cry for the ones I’ve never even met. Just because they are faceless doesn’t make them less important to me. I know they were out there somewhere. And they suffered.” “I can’t imagine how you’re able to go on.” “Because I have to.” He paused, looking out to the forest. “Some moments, I want to end things. But that would be an insult to those who did not make it. But to move forward, to move past this, to be
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