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Black lives matter, please help by signing petitions linked within this "story"

My views on the world today, things I should've said before but didn't until now.

HEADS UP: "Take Off the Mask" is a collection of imagines. If you're unaware as to what an "imagine" is, it's pretty simple! It is basically a one chapter short story that is typically 500-1000 words (a few paragraphs). Imagines can have several chapters to create a longer story. Each imagine is independent and are NOT connected to imagines with different titles. The idea of an imagine is to IMAGINE that you are the main character and that Anonymous is another main character. PLOT: "Take Off the Mask" is a fanfiction dedicated to the very sexy ANONYMOUS. If you are unaware as to who Anonymous is, it's a long story. Bottom line, Anonymous are one of the many saviors in our nation and are highly respected by many for leaking files/documents of cases when government officials(like President Trump) have committed heinous crimes. Period. WARNING: The content is NOT inappropriate! If you were looking for mature content, this fanfiction is not for you! My content is cute and quirky! I can't believe I'm actually typing this to my peers. Let's get this over with.

This is a book that names victims of police brutality, whether their cases have been justified or not. This is my way of supporting Black Lives Matter. I don't care if 1 person sees this or 1 million people see it. What matters is that I helped to spread information during the time we need it most. If you are reading this story, thank you and please remember these people in our fight for equality.

Its time for us all to WAKE UP, don't you think? Brothers and sisters, gather around. I've posted some links/YT channels with valuable information. Open the story to view.

No words can express the loss of another human life. While we didn't appreciate or value them, does that mean no one else in the world did? If so, then does no one value us?

Here. Here is a story where I want to here your opinion on 2020. Especially the murders of people who are not white. Please read this.

I make a random chapter everyday for the whole month of June 👍

BLM ACAB EAT THE RICH WE WONT FORGET THEM POLICE BRUTALITY IS A CRIME

With the rise of oppression towards people of color , the ongoing police brutality, the lack of justice and peace, this social justice movement book speaks on the division of people all together,how we need to spread more love. In the words of Dr. Martin Luther King, "Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that."

THIS IS A FREAKING JOKE DANG

Educating yourself and supporting the movement, all in one book.

To the guy I gave my everything to. I hate you. I hate you for turning me into something I wasn't, I hate you for playing with my emotions and last but not least I hate you for making me hate you. Chanei was everyone's best friend. She was the girl that was the life of the party, the girl that had everyone's back through thick and thin, the girl that was brutally honest but loved to love. So what happens when she meets Daniel who completely changes her life forever and turns her into a spiralling drug addict who loses control of her life, her degree and her friends and her family. This story is about me.

Burg, a city away from everything, all the horrors that are lurking outside. Elijah Del, a white sixteen year old boy, he had always followed the rules and never disobeyed them, he had always passed his tests but that's only because his father is close friends with the Commanders, the leaders of Burg. Elijah met a black fifteen year old girl her name is, Najwa Taniel. The two of them soon became very close, maybe even closer then they should've. Soon after Elijah met Najwa she told him of all terrible things the Commanders treat people of colour in Burg, Elijah knew it was wrong and unfair, so he fought for what is right, he fought for those who couldn't speak up, he fought for someone he lost. Elijah wouldn't stop fighting until they got justice for those who were killed and lost unfairly. Elijah will lose many people close to him but it's all worth it in the end, right? No Justice, No Peace.

I am 32 years old right now, a breath away from 33. I will be the same age Roxana Hernández Rodríguez was when she died. This is not history. This is my generation running out of birthdays. In this book, I explore the beauty and pain of age, of women's lives cut too short and the men that held the scissors. I am writing from inside the years that they never got to complete. The simple truth is that most women in this book were just... women. Living their lives, raising their children, doing their jobs, sleeping in their homes, playing video games with their families. All brought to a short and sudden stop. Yes, this book is poetry, but it also is pain transcribed into words. Pain that needs to be documented meticulously, the way we used to describe exactly how we got our boo-boo's so our mommys could kiss it better. Only the children affected by the losses in this book won't grow up with their mommies. These women have enough on their shoulders without being labeled as good or bad, as hero or villain, as innocent or criminal. They all have one commonality: they were in America when they were killed. Most were born here, but all died here. Land of the Free, and the Home of her Grave In my book, this means I have grouped them together, and given each a lament, songs for American women, American even in death. They were the victims of men, one and all. But it's more than a man, or several, or more. You see, it's a system. And it will take a lot more than mere reform. At the end of the day, it has happened again and again. Time after time, the United States of America proves there are for more than 32 women, so I saved a poem for Her, #33, Tomb of the Unknown Woman. The United States of America murdered these 32 women, and still stands... Undimmed By Her Tears.

NO JUSTICE NO PEACE, ✊🏾✊🏻✊🏿✊🏼✊🏽 black lives matter

It's a poem written around the time of the Baltimore riots. I was just telling how I felt.. I hope you enjoy