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 One Bad Day has ended with a large feeling of emptiness, unwillingness to breathe the air we have so fortunately been supplied with.
How could one great day turn, in the blink of an eye to hell on earth? 
A question that may never be answered. 
How could one person be so heartless, uncaring, and use someone without batting an eyelid?
Do they not care about the heart they are breaking or the person they have broken?


But then,
Tomorrow is a new day,
A new sunrise,
A new experience to be lived.
With impending sleep that tragic day will be left behind,
and the world will continue revolving in it's comfortable orbit of life,
completely unaware of the emotions of it's inhabitants.







je mettrai fin à mes jours avec vous sous la grêle des balles
I shall put an end of my days with you under the hail of bullets