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The gun that was held in his hands killed many and wounded more.
His actions wounded those in the inclosed location as well as those across the nation.
I have never been so horrified of what lies behind someones closed eyes.
Do you think its ok
to keep trying
even though you are not
good enough
Do you think that
its ok to keep going
even though you have tried hard
but still have tasted defeat
Thaw out frozen thoughtsshoulders hunched against the sleetstride crunching on the downbeatsfamiliar haunts are blurringHurried northward daydreams don'ttrickle south through Douglas Firs
I found at that place
at the fork in the road
where change begins.
I found where life waits on the point of a knife
where everything hangs in the balance.
I’ve seen how everything can come crashing down
"Tear here," his soul whispers.
And he does.
"And here," it adds.
And he tears.
The blood bonds pull back, the cobweb of relations
Swinging aside,
Revealing the next rip.
