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May 2017
I stopped at a red light
And heard

I waited in the checkout line
And heard

I walked the dog along a sidewalk with weeds in the cracks
And heard

I made tomorrow's lunch for work
And heard

I laid sprawled out on my bed
And heard

Sirens
Horns
Gunshots
Ringing
Screaming


One night of anger.
Don't give your heart to anger. It controls everything we do.
Jim Marchel
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Jim Marchel  30/M/Back home where I belong
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