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Mr. President while my cousins are being tortured and killed, suddenly there is no mention of them any where, the silence is deafening, the pictures are gruesome the hearts are broken, my cousins are waiting for you Mr. president. Please believe me when one is in a dungeon, with a bunch of animals as his warden, the only hope which keeps him alive is the hope of generosity and humanity of the people who are on the other side of the wall.
Mr. President please do not fail us. We have no one else to turn to. We are still with you, are you still with us? I hope you recognize the level of our despair when we say that even the gods are asleep.
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