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Feb 2018
It scares me. It scares me to think that at any point a kid tipped off the wrong may decide to use a gun instead of a brush and a school instead of a canvas to express their feelings. I don't want to become another drop of paint. I want to be able to go to school without worrying that that kid's gonna come and hurt me. Like a dog dead set on retrieving that bone I don't want to be in the way. But I guess I can't. You can't use metal detectors and police officers to see when a kids gonna snap. You can't stop them when all you have is your blunt pencil as a sword and your social studies textbook as a shield. They tell you to do this and that incase it happens but that doesn't stop them from slaughtering you like sheep. They say its just in case but that case is becoming more possible day by day and I don't want it to come! People joke about it but thats just to deflect the reality of the situation at hand. The reality that they can't be stopped when they are prepared to die, so i’ll say it again IT SCARES ME!
Written by
Hunter Greb
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