No words to say…

The web is filled with pictures, posts, memories, stories, rants, propaganda and conspiracies about what happened five years ago today. There’s nothing I can add.

Not even my tears.
I was all cried out a long time ago.
I was born and raised in New York City.

All I have to offer you is my Love, a hug, and the promise that everything will be alright. It always works out.

Published by Eric Brooks

Web & Graphic Designer, Blogger, Musician, Evil Clown. I also code websites and promote people for a living. Still kind of a jerk, though. Approach with food. PS: Don't listen to Snopes. I am REAL NEWS, and I don't let my crush on Tulsi Gabbard interfere with my objective reporting. So NYAH!

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