If it were my child
I would stand in the middle of a busy street and scream until my voice left my body. If it were my child I would rip out every hair from my head until I covered the grass with my pain. If it were my child I would scale the tallest building and stomp until it fell down. If it were my child I would beat my chest and bare my fangs and throw myself up against glass until it shattered -- Like my spirit. They are… they were all our children. All our grandparents. All our neighbors. Our friends and relatives. Innocent. They don’t deserve to die in vain. I must always act as if it were my child or my parent or my friend. We cannot go on this way. Or we can no longer call ourselves human.
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