An Empty Classroom
What was a normal day become opposite in minutes,
the place that was once safe become a grave to many.
A room that was intended for learning and filled with joy,
became darkened when an individual decided to take a negative ploy.
Gun shots filled the air,
and all that was left behind was the families filled with despair.
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