a hopeless romantic's winding tales of love and other things.

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i can't feel your exact pain,
but know that my blood boils just the same.

i can't describe your lives,
but i know that far too many have been lost.

i can't say i've experienced much,
but i will use my privilege as a platform.

to the police that do this:
how do you sleep at night,
knowing you twisted the definition of innocence
for your own benefit,
in front of millions?

to the police who don't:
what are you doing?
are you even trying to fix this?

how long does this continue?
because i refuse to believe
this could be the final outcome.

i may not experience the same,
but i will fight with you
every step of the way.

know that we can stand together.
let them breathe.