It is a sad day in America.
I shed tears over the country I grew up in.
I shed tears for the women.
I shed tears for the children.
I shed tears for American, and all who occupy.I have no hope
I have no resilience, nor resolution.All I have is tears.
I go through my day with the hope of a break to shed some more.I wave my flag at half mass today, because America is no longer deserving of the title it has gained.
All I can do is wait, until my tears finally manifest into anger.
And my anger manifest into words.Because I am so fucking disappointed in America and its people.
Fuck you.
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RandomThis is a combination of short stories to mimic a diary like style. Some may be easy for readers to relate to, both good and bad.