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Uncle
It’s so late
But so much is on my mind.
My poor Uncle, cannot catch a break.
Why do such horrible things
Happen to such great people?
People roam the streets looking to kill,
Yet they are as healthy as can be.
None of this makes sense.
Its 4:45 AM,
I haven’t spoken to my uncle in over three weeks.
He needs to keep fighting.
I can’t sleep.
