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Seven


Laying in bed staring at the ceiling 7:00 am two hours before school starts so she waits.... white walls with birds chirping at her window sun warm on her face she hears he door, her parents are asleep she doesn't answer she just peeks the noise gets louder so she peeks again with her child like curiosity The door fly's open FREEZE! she stands there paralyzed She's only SEVEN A gun pointed straight at her innocents It's just a child lowering their cold steel toys they lead her to the kitchen, where she sits and watches helplessly as everything she loves is taken from her She's only SEVEN Sitting in the heart of her home she cries her life is changed never to be the same again on the outside she doesn't cry but inside is a nuclear war that travels to her heart blowing it up to pieces tears of blood trickle staining her pain tattooed on her face She's only SEVEN
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