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I entered my room that the occup*ation had destroyed, searching for something to remind me of a past life. In that moment, I felt a surge of hope when I managed to save some cups that had survived the flames. I rejoiced over them, even though I knew that this joy was very small compared to the irreplaceable loss. But when I reflected on my situation, I realized that everything else was gone, and I was surprised at how I found joy in these fragments. I cried. My tears were an expression of deep sorrow for everything I had lost, and a pain that cannot be described !❤️‍🩹 You can help me through the link in bio🔗