(BTW you guys, this chapter takes place during WWII)
Dear Diary,
I flipped the switch and watched those pathetic excuses of human beings suffer.I watched their reactions, slow, but consistent, I mean, this happened almost every day, they would first cock their heads in confusion, men would clutch their families close, children would cry out for someone to save them, I smirked and rolled my eyes, they knew their cries wouldn't save them, yet they still try. Why is that? Why must they keep their faith in when the end is so close they can practically taste it? Or maybe they could, I truly don't know how that gas works myself.
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