Those poor kids! They love one another, but they have to kill each other.
Maybe it's wrong. What the government does. Maybe children shouldn't have to kill their friends, family, and lovers.
Maybe this is evil. Maybe it's murder. Maybe the strange feeling in my stomach as I watch the T.V. screen's revulsion.
She leans over him, as he suffers and pants, her hair falling in a curtain as he whispers into her ear.
Have you seen my hair lately? I got every strand dyed a different color.
And just like that, my mind moves on to more important matters.