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I yelled today and I’m not proud of it   I yelled Not at my neighbor, not at my teacher, not at my friend Not at my brother and definitely not at my mother
To the boy on the bus, with the thick brown hoodie and the old running shoes and the wireframed glasses and the ripped jeans that started at the knees when you bought them but strecthed to your lower thigh.  
“The land of the free and the home of the brave.” Countries moto turned entitlement.   “‘In God is our trust’” Became the window to belief that life is fair.  
Guns don't help American society.  Need Less bomds, less guns, more aid.  Soical plans only help America.   
Darkness, a Titan of uncertainties, holding reins of pain. He whom stifles… He whom suffocates… He whom has not a care… The beholder of lost hopes and of misconceptions. He that wishes for the broken
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