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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