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Nov 2016
What power does a moment have?
If it is forever trapped in time?
I'm broken, I'm tired
A snapshot burns, stuck in my mind

Mondays were never my favorite days
mundane minutes go by under the dreary rain landscape
A simple message can change it all
What goes up is doomed to fall

Shots fired, what's going on?
Screams tear out, as if they're the beat to a song
A haunting melody drifting in out of dreams
Breaking every human that's stuck on the scene

So close yet so far away
A million texts coming through with every breath I take
"A knife, they say"
"A shooter has been spotted"
"Bomb squad is on its way"
Stabbings, slicing, bones in the fray
Fevers pulsing, hearts convulsing, what has been seen?

- - - - - - -
need to shut my brain off just so I can think
- - - - - - -

Run!
Oh where do I go?
Stuck inside a movie theater as chaos
rings out, steps away from home

Hide!
Oh do I have the time?
Each second feels like
another lost life

Fight!
But do I have the strength?
This isn't a nightmare
this is reality.
So yesterday there was a violent attack on the college campus that I study at. Thankfully, none of the victims' wounds are fatal; this is an attempt to categorize and verbalize my feelings towards the frightening event.
avery
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avery  21/F/United States
(21/F/United States)   
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