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1:10pm, Tuesday, September 15th, 2015 (It's Chilly Out)

You never think it'll hit you like it does,

headlines, top stories, dead classmates.

Subtle news that causes an earthquake,

rumbling through your chest.

 

It's not your everyday story,

but it seems it's becoming that way.

"Overdosed on ****** I read,

but it doesn't surprise me.

 

Just another soul the Devil grasped,

torn from the heart and left to pass,

another good man broken down,

another motherless child in doubt.

 

Another headline gone ignored,

another cry for help lost,

in the drowning sound of the thousands,

trapped beneath the crippling disease.

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barry-pietrantonio
30 / M / American
Published
Oct 23, 2015
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