
You know what?
's all here.
Until it's my turn
We have learned to avoid them and the world crashing down to an inch from our feet. Time. And in the time it was just dust
But the weight of the debris is the creaking floor.
And now you know what?
Thing in?
E 'fear of going down and even worse to come together in the same darkness.
It says "dog eat dog"
You know what's up?
that no one has anything to say and why there is so much noise.
that nobody has the courage to lower his voice and face to those of background hiss.
You know what? That maybe we're crying for help on the solution.
's all here.
Until it's my turn
We have learned to avoid them and the world crashing down to an inch from our feet. Time. And in the time it was just dust
But the weight of the debris is the creaking floor.
And now you know what?
Thing in?
E 'fear of going down and even worse to come together in the same darkness.
It says "dog eat dog"
You know what's up?
that no one has anything to say and why there is so much noise.
that nobody has the courage to lower his voice and face to those of background hiss.
You know what? That maybe we're crying for help on the solution.
In reading: Shooting an Elephant, G. Orwel