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We are who we are       But we are still all human No matter how vast the world we live in
dear you, beautiful black woman you woke up to a nightmare, november ninth 
I wish my phone would ring I call home, waiting alone, dial tone screams my mind's cold behind this blindfold of space and time I can't escape it I'm waiting and like a fine rope this line holds
The destruction it leaves the people who grieve Is it worth it to have a weapon that leaves people so sad? We need them to hunt we need them to survive but some people just have them
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