AR 15

Surrounded by masked men at three am…The sounds of glass breaking and loud screaming mixed with helicopter propellers and bright lights shined threw my window bright like day light. I didn’t budge because I’ve been here before. So nostalgic and not proud of it. I felt like a fish in a tank displayed for the public. When I opened my eyes I wasn’t surprised to see police men hovering around my well being. .223 and 5.56 and fingers on the triggers pointed at me. Three am… So nostalgic with white faces shouting at me. Damn! I finely realized that my life sucks and I have no one I can trust.

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