You like the phrases
"That's sad "
But you don't try to understand
What it's like to go through this
You give me seconds of sympathy less time than it takes for me to bleed
When someone empties out their firearm
Some of you are tired of the news
I'm tired of being abused
At night you sleep
At night I weep
They refuse to give me freedom
I am in too deep
By Mariah Whittsey
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