PISTOLS AND PRUNERS
Gun-toting Tales and Flower-picking parodies
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
September 11, 2012
I didn't smell a single rose today, I didn't hold any one's hand for comfort or strength and I didn't help a single person on their life's path like I'm sworn to do. Today, I simply remembered.
All day, memories of 9/11 were close to my heart and I allowed just a little bit of animosity and hate to bubble up within me. Although it didn't help me to feel any better, I did it anyway.
Tomorrow there may be forgiveness, but eleven years later, I'm still mad as hell.
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