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I can barely catch my breath, there’s a sea of swirling madness bodies bursting with endless tragic tears of sadness and all the sobbing leaves me heaving and breathless. Wishing I’d see death less and more days of happiness for all the world’s children, but I can always hear them crying, begging, for heroes who will save them. Little girl amidst the wreckage loves her people, lives in fear of the evil acts of other nations as bombs burst her foundation, and she is left feeling lifetimes of devastation. Years of boots on throats, of truths I wrote of true experiences only slightly altered by my lack of living in it. but I can see the way they live it. Fear, and sorrow, pain planted upon the soft soil of childhood. I can breathe but I don’t think I should, don’t think people are good as other human beings suffocate I don’t want to take their place, but I would exchange pained lungs and ease the air of despair from their chest to mine to give them time to repair their hurting hearts as they breathe in fresh oxygen.
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Sep 26, 2021
Sep 26, 2021 at 6:29 AM UTC
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I can barely catch my breath, there’s a sea of swirling madness bodies bursting with endless tragic tears of sadness and all the sobbing leaves me heaving and breathless. Wishing I’d see death less and more days of happiness for all the world’s children, but I can always hear them crying, begging, for heroes who will save them. Little girl amidst the wreckage loves her people, lives in fear of the evil acts of other nations as bombs burst her foundation, and she is left feeling lifetimes of devastation. Years of boots on throats, of truths I wrote of true experiences only slightly altered by my lack of living in it. but I can see the way they live it. Fear, and sorrow, pain planted upon the soft soil of childhood. I can breathe but I don’t think I should, don’t think people are good as other human beings suffocate I don’t want to take their place, but I would exchange pained lungs and ease the air of despair from their chest to mine to give them time to repair their hurting hearts as they breathe in fresh oxygen.
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Sep 26, 2021
Sep 26, 2021 at 6:29 AM UTC
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