#son yuke

You're just imagining things by yourself. I feel nothing for you.

Welcome to the far side of the moon.

Don't. Mr. Klai Rung, I'm warning you.

How exquisite it is, to feel the warmth of a heart that beats in time with ours. And you, dear readers--do you have someone whose hand you wish to hold for as long as the world will allow? If you have found that person, grasp their hand tightly, and never let it slip away.

"The violence the state unleashed on the students that day was the act of a tail-tucked mutt, who succumbed to its own chicanery. Whenever its power is challenged, the state falls back on the same tired means- crushing truth with guns, silencing opposing voices with blood and branding it peace and order. But no matter how hard they try to bury it, truth rising, resounding like a bell's toll. And no arsenal in the world can put an end to our struggle for freedom."