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Something snapped within her that day. She felt a bullet go through her head, Killing her spirit instantly. Shock gripped her and she stood frozen Until salty tears flowed freely. She wondered, if her tormentors, Those miserable egoists, Understood the extent to which, Their insensitivity had Robbed her of her natural armour, Standing outside in pouring rain, Without raincoat or umbrella, She was drenched almost to the bone. Then looking to the heavens, she said "Lord, I pray that this too shall pass"
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Apr 6, 2013
Apr 6, 2013 at 11:58 PM UTC
Tormented
Something snapped within her that day. She felt a bullet go through her head, Killing her spirit instantly. Shock gripped her and she stood frozen Until salty tears flowed freely. She wondered, if her tormentors, Those miserable egoists, Understood the extent to which, Their insensitivity had Robbed her of her natural armour, Standing outside in pouring rain, Without raincoat or umbrella, She was drenched almost to the bone. Then looking to the heavens, she said "Lord, I pray that this too shall pass"
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Apr 6, 2013
Apr 6, 2013 at 11:58 PM UTC
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