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Too Late.....


Why does bullying even happen?,

All of this just feels like a dream and now we're saddened.

 

A drop comes out of my eye its something called a tear,

This was all because i was full of fear.

 

How many schools have not been shot at a day?,

All the lives that they have taken away.

 

They're so crazy it makes it seem like there on drugs,

All the families deserve lots of hugs.

 

Every night i cry,

I feel like its all a big lie.

 

The massacre came in and wanted to start shooting at me,

I wanted to run out and be free. 

 

I tried to run away,

but it was too late......

 

 

 

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Comments (7)

sdeloera
<p>Sad story made me feel sad.</p>
sdeloera
<p>Really good story makes me feel emotional</p>
sdeloera
<p>really emetional story</p>
sdeloera
<p>It makes me feel really sad.</p>
sdeloera
<p>the story was good and sad</p>
sdeloera
<p>&nbsp;</p><p>The story was good and sad</p>
sdeloera
<p>deep story i like it.</p>

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