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i want my destruction to be worse

how is it fair for
my life to have imploded,
the country sinking into disrepair, and
the ashes of hope i've hidden far away in a bunker
to be picking through
the rubble i've created and creating
another life,

but how is it fair for
my friend isn't here anymore ( mentally )
because they went out with a bomb
that they sent to her and
bang bang bang they're gone they're gone

shouldn't my country be bombed too

it's only fair

[ 3.19.21 ]