sick 09.11.2002

I'm sick of hearing about it. I'm sick of thinking about it. I'm sick of talking about it. I don't want to type about it, but I'm doing it anyway. I'm just sick. I want to snuggle up to my loved ones until this day is over, but I can't. I'm stuck at work, doing nothing, but hearing about it and thinking about it. Then afterwork I'll be stuck at school, probably hearing about it some more from all the blonde-haired bimbo's in class saying, "Like oh my god, it's like so sad." So I just wonder, what's it going to take for us to stop killing each other and stop hating each other? Ignorance may be bliss, but it also kills.

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