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Goldie B.

Society

Gun sounds, blood splatter, and high pitched screams as guilty and innocent bodies hit the ground.
 
Sirens, glass being broken, and feet that tap and pound as the people run away, and toward the violence.
 
Cruel world.
 
What a cruel world; not even the sound of Martin Luther King Jr. could fuel the world with infinite gallons of knowledge to keep society sane.

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