Three Weeks.

        Do you want to know what happened those  three weeks ? The world was in shock, so many people in pain, they turned to you and your face was blank.  Three weeks.  21 days. 504 hours. 30,240 seconds and each one precious, each one painful, and tense. The girls had gone missing, there family's gone. They were scared, and alone how could you just look on? Three weeks they waited, for you to acknowlegde that something was missing. Something important. Now they're gone, their families asking "is it too late?"   Three weeks   is all it takes, for it to be just a little too late.        

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