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How many more newscasts before we decide it's enough? How many more broken parents and friends before we choose to make a change?  How many more children need to die before anyone can say goodbye? 
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I am a member Of a generation Who knows what it’s like to fear A bang in the hallway.   I am a member Of a generation
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I am a member Of a generation Who knows what it’s like to fear A bang in the hallway.   I am a member Of a generation
Mommy, Daddy, please don't be sad and please don't cry I'm alive and I'm happy; in my new home in the sky We're running and playing; there's so much space Mommy and Daddy HEAVEN really is a beautiful place
The souls of the many Were taken to the gates that day That day where a deranged boy decided to kill Looking out the window sill You don’t see their souls being carried up to the clouds But they are
The Man who shot is not the name to rememberWhen horror came to the fourteenth of December
I could feel in my heart the same feelings. I was shocked and heartbroken. We were all deeply moved by their strength. They represented what was best in us.   The rivers flow as if nothing has happened.
once aGain, lives were lost,
It was a normal Friday morning.
   
She tried lipstick for the first time— Mommy’s lipstick, red smeared from ear to ear. Her grin—those six tiny freckles she inherited from you— those teeth, with the gap, you keep saying should have braces
So many tears fallen, empty ducts approaching dehydration. An outpouring of emotion exceding any and all of a nations expectations. An unexplainable evil uniting such an amazingly diverse people.
Twenty little souls, glowing and bright. Flowing in the wind, like brave little kites. Twenty eager minds, ready to learn. Wheels in their head, starting to turn.
Twenty little souls, glowing and bright. Flowing in the wind, like brave little kites. Twenty eager minds, ready to learn. Wheels in their head, starting to turn.
It hurts me to breath, it hurts me to weepIn silence we all bear this tragedyWe hold tight to our babiesOur family and friendsAs our hearts fall to piecesfor twenty lives left unlived.
Hearts were broken, Families torn,Tears are shed,Love was born.Forget the sadness, Remember the memories,Think of the children,Not the enemies,Lives were lost,anger is shown,
Tragedies are an interesting concept.You can spend hours doing the aftermath,how did we end up on this path?A town, full of smiles and laughter. A beautiful image to capture.Twenty young minds ready to learn.
Some may say I am crazy, Or even insane, But the Little Bodies that laid staring, Could have been saved, The problem that most see is different, In the eyes of those who have grown around, To know the problem that most see, Changes everything to m
BOOM. Get down, Go where it’s safe There’s nothing to worry about It’s just a firecracker The celebratory roar
On December 14, 2012, Olivia Rose Engel, 6, left Sandy Hook Elementary school and joined the angels in Heaven. Reason for Return April 7th, 2013
It’s a barren cold winter Frozen and cracked across the surface Our breath stops in the air above us Our breath leaves us and huddles together in frigid air
This is the story of a girl Young and frail Full of life Ready for her future It has never been so bright This is the story of a girl Who smile can light up the whole world
Days pass and days end Glancing at the sun His beam, his hand of help Lighting our path for the day ahead
The sun arose as usual, bringing with it the pattering of small shoes followed by the clacking of heels down wooden corridors, to colorful rooms, for another day of learning.
Ding! The bells go off one by one. Each ring's volume as unique as who they represent Unknown futures - What could have been I close my eyes to avoid the gray sky As if that would stop me from imagining.... Dong!
There’s a silence All around me On the mountains In the clouds As I listen To the raindrops I start to wonder About the sound
Little ones inside your graves futures taken before they were made you don't deserve to leave this way people praise your fallen status in the name of vengence and hate claiming god told them to be this way
27 gone on the carelessness of one person What has this world come to How could someone be this mad Don't want to be reminded of it, but it's so horrible how some could do something like that
Red as dark as cherries, As thick as melted chocolate, flowing in and out of the heart, it pumps to a beat like no other.
Classrooms flooded with fear, Teachers protecting the young, Students too little to know, A gunman who didn't care, In a country of freedom, A country of power, Why must we all die young?
It’s three o’clock on the dot, going through the highway after yet another long day of trying to make end’s meet.Bank account at negative and blood pressure skyrocket high.
your stories remain a mystery yet it will go down in history. a strange premeditated massacre; bomb threats in a church with a pastor. media says it was a lone gunman, some say it was three, which is it then?
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