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At that time, the country did not have much steel to forge handcuffs, so I, a young man on the run from the border, had to use hemp rope to serve me. We don't believe in fate. We are unwilling to become sinners without sin at such a young age. The purpose of living is to appeal, and to appeal, one must run away and find witnesses. This is what I do as a glorious young man on the border. They handed me over to the desert, which meant they completely destroyed my belief in escaping. I'm done. What kind of life is a life where even anger has no meaning? I've escaped from prison, I've escaped from a farm, and now I'm escaping from a bandit's den. Don't fight. As long as the revolutionary rebel comrades and leaders agree, I will leave. I don't need this world anymore, and the world doesn't need me anymore.
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