There is no easy way to deal with it. It really isn’t. It catches you, hold you on spot and won’t let you run Well, there is no place to go, right? It follows you everywhere It is part of you
he didn't commit the crime we did we allowed him to take those lives to wore this gun
it doesn't leave my mind. it won't because it will happen again. again and again. we can't allow this to happen. our voice matters. *this is not a poem.
No money Milk, bread, cinnamon, honey No money Coffee, book, restaurants No money Do you come with us? No money You’ll find him there Money Milk, bread, cinnamon, honey Five times no money
I apologize. just an experiment. just some thoughs