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I'm a Gryffindor! What the hell is wrong (and sometimes right)   9/11/2003   It's days like today that I just feel to sad to go on. I should have never watched the news this morning. I want to think of this day like all days but it's not. When we have to explain to our children why things are the way that they are, we will point to 9/11 and say "This day everything changed". Not for the better, not for good. On this day darkness won, it took something and gave it back broken and unfixable. I think if I live to be 100 I will still hate this day. Thursday, September 11, 2003 9/10/2003   15 Sometimes I remember Joe Trying to convince me/ That satellites were invading The governments escalating All the violence in my head Sara would climb out of bed Telling me to hush / My voice resonating from the alley walls We would all stare at the moonlight Gleaming from the broken glass Dreaming like the young will Escaping from brutal truth / The things I thought I'd never do Until Krissy says she has to go Back home where nothing's ever right Loneliness in morning hours Cobbled with sleepless lies On our face you can see the blue Subtle hinting of hue / That hovers underneath our eyes No one ever says anything I don't know why Wednesday, September 10, 2003   15 Sometimes I remember Joe Trying to convince me That satellites were invading The governments escalating All the violence in my head Sara would climb out of bed Telling me to hush My voice resonating from the alley walls We would all stare at the moonlight Gleaming from the broken glass Dreaming like the young will Escaping from brutal truth The things I thought I'd never do Until Krissy says she has to go Back home where nothing's ever right Loneliness in morning hours Cobbled with sleepless lies On our face you can see the blue Subtle hinting of hue That hovers underneath our eyes No one ever says anything I don't know why Wednesday, September 10, 2003   15 Sometimes I remember Joe Trying to convince me That satellites were invading The governments escalating All the violence in my head Sara would climb out of bed Telling me to hush My voice resonating from the alley walls We would all stare at the moonlight Gleaming from the broken glass Dreaming like the young will Escaping from brutal truth The things I thought I'd never do Until Krissy says she has to go Back home where nothing's ever right Loneliness in morning hours Cobbled with sleepless lies On our face you can see the blue Subtle hinting of hue That hovers underneath our eyes No one ever says anything I don't know why Wednesday, September 10, 2003