They say the system is designed to fail us
They say we are walking on a repeating cycle of voilence
They say guiltily till proven dead
They say daddy problems
They shot you while your hands are behind your back
They say college really
They hand you ashes and you build fires
They say sorry to calm your anger
They ignore our troubled breathes
They brush us off
They tell us to throw the ball higher and higher
They tell us we must be satisfied with police brutality because we have a black president
They tell us to stay silent
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Short Story Collection
RandomThe tittle really explains it all. These story's might disturb people or trigger sensitive subjects. Honestly if you don't like it don't read it. This collection will be short stories, poems, rants, and scripts. I'm warning you now this is not proof...
