I do remember where I was on this day 20 years ago.
In my algebra class all we did
Was watch TV
And as planes ripped the sky
The scars of division have only ripped wider with the years
Remembering Names
Posted bysickybeatPosted inLife, Society, Words, Language, and ImageryTags:2021, freedom, twenty years
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I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty View more posts
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