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A little boy stand there, withering away in grief. It wasn't his fault. He didn't know, That it was here time... Her time to go. Will the boy ever love? Will he ever see the sun again? On a dark day like this, There was no sun. No light, Only darkness, And the cold reminder of the sound of a gun. There was no way of stoping it, For the bullet was too strong. Yet, The boy still griefs over what can not be undone.
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Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 7:11 PM UTC
Grief
A little boy stand there, withering away in grief. It wasn't his fault. He didn't know, That it was here time... Her time to go. Will the boy ever love? Will he ever see the sun again? On a dark day like this, There was no sun. No light, Only darkness, And the cold reminder of the sound of a gun. There was no way of stoping it, For the bullet was too strong. Yet, The boy still griefs over what can not be undone.
Quick Write I did in creative writing class. (5 minute write)
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Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 7:11 PM UTC
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