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I don't understand terrorist, their purpose; It makes me binge, makes my eyes red, my heart shake. I get this tingle sensation down my spine when there's a headline that revolves around the word 'Attack'. like i should be watching my back. Genocide. I've read books about that guy, and its done nothing but boil my blood. What could you do but mourn... & I hate to leave you off like this; but in moments like these, all I ever feel, only last so long. then time takes over and I'm stuck in these loopholes of epiphanies realizing what I have compared to what the world once had and then, Life just continues. it drifts me into this dark. deep. abyss of questions, purpose, & fate. so please, stop the hate.
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Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 1:02 AM UTC
Stop the Hate
I don't understand terrorist, their purpose; It makes me binge, makes my eyes red, my heart shake. I get this tingle sensation down my spine when there's a headline that revolves around the word 'Attack'. like i should be watching my back. Genocide. I've read books about that guy, and its done nothing but boil my blood. What could you do but mourn... & I hate to leave you off like this; but in moments like these, all I ever feel, only last so long. then time takes over and I'm stuck in these loopholes of epiphanies realizing what I have compared to what the world once had and then, Life just continues. it drifts me into this dark. deep. abyss of questions, purpose, & fate. so please, stop the hate.
anjul-g
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Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 1:02 AM UTC
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