Said no and Spotify said “How about this one?”
As if I could say no twice
This world I exist in
The music is wrong this morning
Just not fitting the mood
But I don’t mind this
Means somethings and not other
Speaking of war
I’d put watermelons everywhere if I thought it would help
Speaking about it here seems pointless
And I don’t want to generate likes I want to generate the end of a genocide
True love and a cease fire please
If there were a time for a god to do something it’s genocide
Not that they have previously
Grey today
I don’t know how to feel
Anything other than horror is willful ignorance
But humans need willful ignorance because I would be a wreck if all I thought about was the end of thirty thousand people
But, my god!
I do wonder what those flowers were weeping for
So many thoughts to think about
Too many
I wish I could actually do something
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