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my heart will never be as heavy as the ones of the children who are forced to learn the anatomy of a gun in two seconds flat. it doesn't matter if you believe in god. god finds calm in violence, god doesn't come here, to the schools that are named after presidents and townspeople who've done good deeds, places that were supposed to be safe. my heart will never be as heavy as the ones of the parents who sent their kids to school in dresses and ironed khakis and two little pigtails and got them back in body bags. there are no flags here. no Purple Hearts for the kids who couldn't wait long enough to find god.
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Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 7:05 PM UTC
(to kevin's victims)
my heart will never be as heavy as the ones of the children who are forced to learn the anatomy of a gun in two seconds flat. it doesn't matter if you believe in god. god finds calm in violence, god doesn't come here, to the schools that are named after presidents and townspeople who've done good deeds, places that were supposed to be safe. my heart will never be as heavy as the ones of the parents who sent their kids to school in dresses and ironed khakis and two little pigtails and got them back in body bags. there are no flags here. no Purple Hearts for the kids who couldn't wait long enough to find god.
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Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 7:05 PM UTC
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