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this is a day to be marked and remembered for all the wrong reasons.
No one knows what to call this, no one even wants to know.
we breathe in every inch of what we breathe out.It might be the vicious circle that people talk about.buried under that piercing sound, they lie in pain hoping to be found.
chaotic rushes everywhere, blood stained roads and a silent prayer.
what we wish for may not be sent but just in case we pray for an end.