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Look the city is burning. Can you see it? This will not be super flashy or rise up like a phoenix. Sleepless eyes are set in red aching dry from crying for the dead; While shaking fist chant and resist the oppressiveness that lit this **** to begin with. Violence erupts, but it was expected, from seeing the shame of those who claim they should be respected whilst acting like thugs. It is an irony that they don’t seem to see begging for relief from a similar anxiety which they imposed on those who are just asking for the grace of human decency. The city settles the chaos will resume shortly and I watch brave warriors struggle to catch their tear gassed breathes.
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Aug 30, 2020
Aug 30, 2020 at 11:17 AM UTC
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Look the city is burning. Can you see it? This will not be super flashy or rise up like a phoenix. Sleepless eyes are set in red aching dry from crying for the dead; While shaking fist chant and resist the oppressiveness that lit this **** to begin with. Violence erupts, but it was expected, from seeing the shame of those who claim they should be respected whilst acting like thugs. It is an irony that they don’t seem to see begging for relief from a similar anxiety which they imposed on those who are just asking for the grace of human decency. The city settles the chaos will resume shortly and I watch brave warriors struggle to catch their tear gassed breathes.
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Aug 30, 2020
Aug 30, 2020 at 11:17 AM UTC
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