Poem about Connecticut

The poem

That day I woke up
in Friday of December
They pounded my heart;i could feel them
every last bullet
through my chest
Feel the grief, Feel the pain, Feel the hurt
that the families felt
There's nothing we can do, there's nothing we can say
all we gotta do is learn how to pray
Pray for them
Grieve for them
Miss them
Every last bullet goes through my chest
People move on, people forget
but i don't
at
least
not
today.
Pray.

I wrote this poem. Share if you cared. Share if you cried. Share if you remember the kids who were lost. sorry about the rest, i needed 600 characters.
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