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Stabbing

They said when I go to college My bubble will burst At first, I didn't believe them The parties and the alcohol were always out of site The gangs and drugs too far for me to smell Then one day it burst I didn't feel it, like I thought I thought, it would feel like cannonballing into a freezing pool On the first day of summer It was silent Still Like the moment after an inhale Or a scream After a student cries out There's an active shooter I didn't feel him knocking on my door to let him in Instead, he crept around, found the hole in the fence In that instant, my fragile walls After years of carefully building Crumble The stranger sitting next to me Now my brother, sister, in my home Their faces of shock forever etched in my brain The school is in lockdown The blue bubbles of worries sent into space Hoping something other than bad news will return I could hear all the prayers being sent to heaven I was sitting in the back row Of the largest lecture hall on campus I do not know if this killer wants to go out with a bang If he did, this would be his target Filled with eager, or bored, biology students I never got this manuel I do not know how to protect myself from a machine gun The mass of officials reporting words that used to feel foreign They would never enter my world But here they are, next to my forgotten socks And broken promises Shooter. Gun. Death. Blood. Knives. Unsafe. Unsafe. Unsafe. My brother is still asleep Across the country Full of turkey and thanks Never of shock or horror Once the news comes out, that it was Just a car hitting people Just a knife stabbing Just injuries Just hospital visits Just one death Just the culprit Why do I feel relief When my classmates were hurt Yet I am releasing my breath Somehow a car running over students A knife stabbing friends Was a relief to me Because these deeds done by a monster Are less than a gunnman Why If he had waited Got stuck in a traffic light Two minutes more It would have been me Every day I count my blessings My bubble is still healing It will reopen again soon The memories will always be fresh It is days like these that I am reminded of why On that day back then I was so scared to be in one of my favorite places A school should never be a memorial I wish I could reach through my LED screen Tell the victims I know I know I feel your feelings I recognize those silent prayers I too, have sent them myself I too, will never forget the fear I know this day will forever haunt you It's pain will never cease I hope I can help you rebuild your bubble To make you a little more full
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Nov 8, 2017
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This is a response to the Las Vegas shooting. I was a student at Ohio State when a terrorist ran over students and stabbed them.

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