Morning Bloodshed

Little footsteps are heard echoing
In the long and empty hallways.
Late for class once again,
Little Zara scampered along.
The hallway was unnaturally quiet
The silence freaking her a bit.
It was like the calm before the storm.
As she turned she caught sight
Of men in black suits and big guns.
She clamped her mouth and ran,
As fast as she could ,
Away from that horrible man.
Unceasing laughter and noise
Replaced by gunshots.
White hallways painted red.
She hid under a desk in fear.

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Life Confusions

“The good times and the bad times both will pass. It will pass. It will get easier. But the fact that it will get easier does not mean that it doesn’t hurt now. And when people try to minimize your pain they are doing you a disservice. And when you try to minimize your own pain you’re doing yourself a disservice. Don’t do that. The truth is that it hurts because it’s real. It hurts because it mattered. And that’s an important thing to acknowledge to yourself. But that doesn’t mean that it won’t end, that it won’t get better. Because it will.”

-John Green

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