coolneptune
Presidents are chosen each time. A new day, a new year, a new person, a new group, a new kkind of history, a new choice, a new PERSONALITY that some will adore and some will hate
Upright. A compound. Like other words are so short yet have so much meaning...upright. Just like that piano. So nostalgic and saddening, it makes me want to go back to that life changing day...
I couldn't hear them. The screams grew louder as arms held me back. I screamed the familiar voice of the smiling boy now covered in blood on the street...wrapped. Why? Why him? Why
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Did it matter about the goal of justice? Gold...gold...that is all that is needed. It doesn't matter that they can save those other people. That is just a side effect. Gold...