unjustice.

i am counting days. constantly counting days. if something ever can make me bow my back it’s unjustice i can’t battle. unjustice that exist, because it has always existed and is likely to stay long after i am gone. if i am allowed to say a wish it would be to god: to make it stop. and a prayer: for those who practice unjustice, hurting people – open their eyes, so they may see one day.

i believe.