9:59 AM
The breathing building screamed
As a jet punched him in the gut
People panicked flipping open their phones
“Hang tight, firefighters are on their way,”
Family and friends watched from thousands of miles away,
TVs livestreamed the attack
Lives were stolen
Some were given
Humans jumping from windows to escape the suffering.
Lungs filling with smoke
Lives being taken by the owner
Left no other choice but to die
There are no seatbelts holding you safe in life.
That day proved this
This day will forever be remembered
This day is 9/11
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