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This poem is about the people we have lost to the school shootings. May God bless them and bring them back to him. 

They were people.

They were friends.

They were  family.

They loved like us.

They laughed like us.

They smiled like us.

They cryed like us.

They mattered.

They are gone.

They were killed.

But we will always remember them.

We will always love them.

They died heroes.


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