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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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