As I SIT down and start to write right now, I am only able to remember grey faces around me during all the day.
IT HAS BEEN A shit DAY.
Maybe my (our) heart SHOULD be a garden, at least it is not a desert plant (let's water it, water it, water it...)
MY (OUR) shoulder IS FOR THE VICTIMS RELATIVES.
I WOULD prefer not to wake up last morning, they will
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