Eighth Exit
9-11-01
there's two ways to go both of them look grim feels like the walls are closing in treaded though these thoughts now many times before sometimes it seems just to hard to ignore
loud speaker shout of tragedy so much bigger then you and me how could this happen makes no sense our innocence is our defense it's nine o'clock in the morning and the stars are shinning bright though the bag rapped tightly round my head i can see the red blue and white i can't believe what i am seeing, seeing, was done by a human, human being and it's going on in front of showing all our weakest traits too
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