It's September eleventh
A time to grieve,
And remember,
find remorse,
If people can even do that anymore.
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Naive
PoesíaWORDS WERE THE LIFEBLOOD OF POETRY, AND I REMAINED SILENT. A collection of poetry. For the people who don't feel at home in their own skin, for the poets, for the people who are depressed, for the people who aren't depressed, for the people with wo...
September eleventh
It's September eleventh
A time to grieve,
And remember,
find remorse,
If people can even do that anymore.
