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Jan 2020
Three shots to the head, now my mind feels dead, massacre left me defenseless- so let the truth be fed- they occur across the country and happen by surprise, such a horrific sight to see with my very own eyes- I was first trying to think.. but then realized that many people still do this **** as time still flies, ain't nothing that they can say, and there's nothing they can do to stop these things from occurring to both me and you, always results in 911 seeing the boys in blue, I hope it's a dream!, I hope it's fake!, already knowing it's true, so I lie here, hopelessly, telling myself the perpetrator will be punished- and I'll get help, but nothing can heal the wounds that I prefer, my mind's still crying out, from a massacre!
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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