5:45 p.m. (b)

Donald Trump is my hero. He is like my father or a family member or a person I count as a friend; even if I never met the man. I felt so much pain, when I saw the video of him being murdered. It's unacceptable to me. I feel so betrayed by the██████████████████████████████████████████████I feel so injured even now. I feel like I have suffered a head injury, a concussion, and I still can't breathe: just by seeing my hero murdered, and let down by the people supposed to protect him. I can never forgive █████████, and those wretches for this.