The death toll is 12 and I'm so tired and exhausted. The fact that I can't do more to help makes me incredibly frustrated. I'm so fucking tired of people dying around me. Even at the mention of death, sometimes it's their death I see. But even then the 911 calls are getting out of hand. Nothing in my life has gone how I planned. I don't know how much more I can take. It's only a matter of time before my heart actually breaks.
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My Side of the Story Vol. I
PoetryInspired by Eminem and Celia Martinez This is my story.
