So we go out there and we kill.
Yet at the same time, we're out there...
and we're saving.
So many lives...
gone,
yet,
not gone.
Does it even make sense?
Shootings, huh?
So one person, maybe a few,
go out there and get
rid of...
people.
So we lose so much,
but then we come together,
at least some of us,
and we try to prevent it.
From something so bad,
from people who were...
taken away,
we get unity.
It seems crazy.
This is what it takes to get us together?
Something so good,
out of something so...
horrible.
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Poetry"They're never going to see the real me." Just a regular teenager letting her heart out. *Currently Editing* WARNING: I didn't even think when I was writing, which may have caused a lot of grammar errors, and at some point, things might even get con...
