you know we'd don't hate them. i have not the capacity to hate the ones who haven't hated me, much less those who toil to protect. all i am is thirsty for a golden drink—for a justice so sweet we can almost forget the taste of pure blood on asphalt.
(i'll cry for your blood spilt, too.)
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