When I was nine years old, I'd seen more life taken than born, I remember crying at the sight of my own shadow, I'd grown to know how it feels when people get torn, away by their own lives like crumbles of thorns by the sea side, I knew embracing life too closely was suicide. When I was nine years old, I'd seen people miserable than smiles to show, I'd seen more tears dangling than a piece of joy. When I was nine, I knew what fear was, not the type you feel when you are about to get spanked, but the one you feel when you know something terrible was about to happen, to you or someone close. When I was nine, I'd seen more beasts than men, more men who are no better than beasts.
I remember seeing a mad man sitting by the edge of the road, with no cares, no fears, no worries that I wished I was him, while a woman mourns on the floor, her son had just been murdered before her very own eyes, he was her only child, I saw houses in infernos lit by beasts called men, streams of people running for dear lives, a world overtaken by a quake made by men. When I was nine, I knew how to pray for a life that I never owned cos I knew all that you own could be taken away from you in a split of a second including this air that you breath carelessly.
When I was nine years old, I'd learnt to know nothing in life is worth dying for, but I'd also learnt to live a life worth dying for, so someday when I'm gone, I'd look back and smile for the traces I'd left behind. Story of my life when I was nine years old.
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