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Another sleepover. Another night of tears. We stay up, watch 'Supernatural' then sleep as the clock strikes one. Well, we try.
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Another sleepover. Another night of tears. We stay up, watch 'Supernatural' then sleep as the clock strikes one. Well, we try.
.You don't know What you have Until it's Gone. You just can't Find a way To go On.
Drips of rain rolling down the glass window, racing towards the bottom of the window pane. I chew on the end of my sleeve nervously as I watch.
Innocence taken in the blink of an eye, all the mourning in the world will not relieve my cry. Children and educators taken without remorse, uncontrolled evil of man, such a regretful course.
Hello again, and today is Sunday, December 16, 2012. This isn't going to be addressed to any one Connecticut family specifically, but instead addressed to whom it may concern.
I have read and seen so much pain in last few days that I feel it as a physical weight and can not sleep for having unwanted images.
It's been 4 years mum, Since god took you away from us.
The frosted grass cracked underfoot As winter took a hold on night The chilled air gave a heavy groan As shadows danced in the moonlight You took my hand and I took yours Walking slowly, glove in...
Twenty flowers pulled up. Ripped out. Cruelly plucked. A garden less beautiful. Just dirt where they stood. Twenty fires put out. Smothered. Stamped to the ground. The world a little darker.
Sometimes I cry, sometimes I don't. Because I will, because I won't.
What brought you. To kill those innocent angels. What brought you. To shatter their lives. What brought you. To scar the rest. What brought you. To pull the trigger. What brought you.
Hello again, and today is Saturday, December 15, 2012. I had plans to make this post about dreams and their fantasy but, now that joy seems out of place. I just learned about it today.
So I die My life now away And your proper goodbye Is to forget. A weak heart With much power Has caused us to part And you are mute.
I couldn't seem to get her soft voice out of my head. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing for her voice to stop ringing in my ears, but her voice just became clearer.
#mymusical SARAH*: I'll just drift away on the breeze, Floating down slowly with ease, Drifting away, Falling away, Floating down.
20 little angels, Watch from up above, Their mommys' and their daddys' Whom they do so love. The day before, They walked on the ground, Learning and discovering, When they heard the sound.
It was in the news. He is 5 and he saw. His face all frowned, "all those children killed?" "Yes, look, just come away from that." But it got inside.
Upset but tearless. He stood there alone. Standing before her. And her brand new home. The flowers were trimmed. And always looked clean. He cared to it nicely. And made the surface sheen.
Oh, Sandy Hook... Dear Sandy Hook. What have you to say. Do you cry... Do you cry. For the children yesterday. My Sandy Hook... Poor Sandy Hook... I ask you, please don't cry.
Newtown is a sea of tears The ripples felt in the world They weep for their babes Into a ball of shock they are curled A nobody, took their babes A nobody is what he should remain Can someone who...
Speechless about the news of the killing of children in the US between the ages of 5-10. My feelings can be summed in Edna St.
Unfortunately, this is true... My Mum and sister have gone to my Nans this weekend.
Dear Santa I'm writing you this letter as I'm feeling a little blue, so I hope you don't think I am asking too much of you.
We stood by your bed side, We thought you would make it through the night, But your body was going through a battle, The cancer was winning the fight.