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Its about noon on Wednesday UCLA had a shooting Fox news reports that the kids are still trapped in the classrooms waiting Now that it is contained, the excitement has died down from our side, but the kids there will always be The guy in the science building that heard the doorknob wiggle as bullets wailed in the distance. The girl that peed herself because she was afraid she wouldn't make it to her sister's Quincinera. The teacher who never thought he'd see the day. We're left with our hands up, 'Is this it?' Is this what we're left with? A man, full in his head, bored at his hands and a gun? 'Is this it?' and two sets of parents, who won't see their children grow to be the ones who walked at graduation. 'Is this it?'
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Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 3:38 PM UTC
noon on wednesday
Its about noon on Wednesday UCLA had a shooting Fox news reports that the kids are still trapped in the classrooms waiting Now that it is contained, the excitement has died down from our side, but the kids there will always be The guy in the science building that heard the doorknob wiggle as bullets wailed in the distance. The girl that peed herself because she was afraid she wouldn't make it to her sister's Quincinera. The teacher who never thought he'd see the day. We're left with our hands up, 'Is this it?' Is this what we're left with? A man, full in his head, bored at his hands and a gun? 'Is this it?' and two sets of parents, who won't see their children grow to be the ones who walked at graduation. 'Is this it?'
jillian-jesser
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Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 3:38 PM UTC
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