People create, people build, people start to feel the happiness and a war comes.
War. One of the worst words in all the languages. Destruction of everything you've ever created, destruction of your happiness, and there is a worst, the death of your loved ones. It's like seeing a nightmare, when you're awake. A nightmare that feels like forever.
And now it's war in Artsakh. Innocent people are dying now. Not only at the front but also people who are in their homes sleeping. And the world is silent. Of course they don't help when there is no benefit for them. Yeah, there is no money in that people's life who are dying in their sleep. Yeah, there is no money in that people's life who are in their homes waiting for their soldier father, son or brother to come back home from the front. The world knows everything, but still, it's silent...
I hate the world outside of my country, I really hate it.
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