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Was bored (yet again) So I wrote this.


The dreary booming silence of tranquility surrounded me. I breathed in and out slowly, taking in the peace. It had been a year since the ruler and keeper of war had ceased his breathing. A year since the reaper had stabbed a thousand needles into the heart of Stalin. The eerie peace floated through the air like the wind, rustling the trees and wiping the tears off of injured children’s faces. My little village was once again peaceful and normal, and with every small breathe that I took, I thanked that reaper for stabbing his knife into the heart of Stalin, and giving me this dreary booming silence of tranquility.


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