Reflecting on my previous post, I never thought I could be so cynical of my homeland. The fact is, it has always been in me, a whirlwind gradually whipping up. The things you see, the people you meet, which somehow twist your mind this way and that. But you keep all inside, out of respect, out of love. For it's your homeland after all.
After the swirling dust had died down, I stared at the debris of my absurd ranting, ever destructive, and asked: "What have I done?"
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