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Aug 2014
Is my mind
playing tricks on me?
No.
It must be
this broken heart.
I live in a world
where
paper speaks,
where
if you don't have
a
green card,
families get torn apart.
A world
where
there's too many
mothers,
and not many
fathers.
Where someone
can easily walk in an
elementary school
and ****
twenty small children,
or
walk in
into a movie theater
and
open fire
killing many innocent
civilians
whose purpose
was to enjoy themselves
with
their loved ones.
Is anybody even
tryin' to prevent things
like these
from happening again?
How can we ****
Adam's and Eve's
children?
Our own
brothers and sisters.

*Time forgives,
but
people don't forget.
Jaee Derbéssy
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Jaee Derbéssy  nowhere, yet everywhere.
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