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With each bullet I take I wonder how many lives I save. Laying on the cold ground I feel no warmth, hear no sound. It wasn't bravery, nor anger just fear for every stranger.  
Thoughts and Prayers   My thoughts and prayers are not enough.   I think about how I wanted to start this poem by quoting
  She was taken When she was needed the most Her pure innocence Shattered And only by words
Mommy I’m scared, am I going to have wrinkles like that lady when I grow up,  she shushes me and apologizes to the old woman, no darling she says as she pushes me out the door.
Last November, We all got the call, From our school, To warn us all. Last November someone wrote: "I'm going to shoot the school up on Friday". No one believed it to be a joke.
Do you know what it feels like when you are a child and growing
Tick Tock goes the time bomb in my head, what'd ya say...I'm better off dead... Nothing to live for here comes the sun, day after day, the hauntings just begun... Every day, every hour, every minute, every second...
i walked out for what i hope to be a better future   can't you see these devices called guns are killing us all
Note: This poem is not based off real people or events, any resemblance is completely coincidental.   Tomorrow is Thursday I’ll be remembered, in my own way.
What a year. What a year it has been  At the start it looked promising, but then and only then  4 letters flipped the world upside down  I-S-I-S, what a horrible sound 
A calm before the storm
The student body gathered outside that winter night on one of the windiest days of the year and we held candles in paper cups between the spaces in our cotton gloves
Round curls and shiny locks In gold, red, and brown Bounce on their foreheads As they skip and run through the halls.
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