I was watching the clock count down to 6:40, knowing a plane was departing without us; knowing we weren’t getting our adventure; knowing we’ve come so far and had gotten so close, but fate is just a selfish tease and we took the bait, once again. 20 more words
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They tell us we should be seen and not heard,
but it is my goal to raise my voice
until echoes of injustice are silenced.