This has the makings of an interesting journal entry but, in the best interest of the general viewing public, I'll keep this short and sweet.
Have a fantastic day.
Ps: I'm not tired, my mood bar won't load >.<


In memory“Here lies my baby boy,” One stone reads. Tears fall down the face of a young mother. There were children here, at one time or another. Running, playing. Flying. Free. There’s no time for being young.In memory
These children once looked to the sky, Imaginations running wild, Now they're running for life. There’s no time for fun anymore, These children, guns pressed in small hands; Can’t avoid death. “Here lies my baby boy”
how about you?
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