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Thoughts


Lives are lost,

tears are shed.

This seems to happen

again and again.

Every day,

and every night,

consecutive year,

after consecutive year.

The reasons why

arent always clear,

but guns make issues more austere.

It's sad to see the world in fear,

now worried about their kids and peers.

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