November 2nd.

Far too many days 
Have been labeled as tragedies
Which supposedly makes us stronger
But I feel
As though the world has been ripped apart
Torn to shreds,
We are weak,
And some cannot even see
The danger that is creeping upon us
The anger that lurks around us;
I wish there was something I could do
Something other than being furious
For who is angry enough
To fall back into the shadows
All alone with no one to help them back out?

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