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I didn't mourn my brother's death, and I felt like a monster for it.

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The last man alive hears knocking.

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"Shh, shh..." he whispered, stroking his shivering son's hair.

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Kyrylo and Bohuslava sing to their son as his breaths grow shallow and his weary heart gives in, their grief tempered with relief that he no longer has to suffer through the cancer that would soon kill them too.

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I lost my virginity when I was eighteen

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Every day on her way home, she spoke with two of the little boys at the orphanage, wishing with all her heart that she could take them with her

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Curled up in the shelter of a gutter, the little girl cradled her silent baby brother

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Illness ravaged the baby's body; his skin burned to the touch and hideous boils grew all across his tiny body

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"Where's my daddy?" the little girl wept, clinging to the officer, "Where is he?"

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The two boys huddled together, the both of them shivering badly as snow fell around them

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
I didn't mourn my brother's death, and I felt like a monster for it.	2499
The last man alive hears knocking.	1367
"Shh, shh..." he whispered, stroking his shivering son's hair.	547
Kyrylo and Bohuslava sing to their son as his breaths grow shallow and his weary heart gives in, their grief tempered with relief that he no longer has to suffer through the cancer that would soon kill them too.	326
I lost my virginity when I was eighteen	235
Every day on her way home, she spoke with two of the little boys at the orphanage, wishing with all her heart that she could take them with her	156
Curled up in the shelter of a gutter, the little girl cradled her silent baby brother	135
Illness ravaged the baby's body; his skin burned to the touch and hideous boils grew all across his tiny body	133
"Where's my daddy?" the little girl wept, clinging to the officer, "Where is he?"	121
The two boys huddled together, the both of them shivering badly as snow fell around them	79