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I roam around the busy street after I visited a girl named Jane who lost her battle to cancer. I felt her weakening heartbeat fade away with the cries of her family.

Why do people value this thing called "life", yet it is the easiest thing to take away?

But then occasionally, I meet people like this girl. She’s not on my list, yet I can feel an aura of pain. I don’t need to wait too – she ends life on her own.

"Finally, I have been waiting for you” she says.

Then there goes the blade. How unfair.

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