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Young boy whose dreams been crushed, walks across the hallways in silence. Young blood, innocence long gone been stripped by the brutal, violent words said by others and by the gun in his hands trusting only on hate.

17 good mornings linger in the air, knowing those 17 hellos will never be heard by those 17 unfortunates.

17 goodbyes with unpromising hellos.

17 dreams destroyed with the puff of gunpowder and

'bam'

Bullet collinding into chests

17 chests

Chests that should have been skipping beat after beat for their loved ones, Valentine's in ashes.

17 bodies with dreams of colour, painting other lives and minds.

17 smiles, walking into opened Welcoming doors to any type, pursuing knowledge to share

One person behind all the gunpowder.

Gun in hand, steady aim. No. Not steady. Not steady enough, quite shaky, reckless all his life, reckless aiming skills.

Forget counting, shoot through teeth gritted, jaw working, white knuckles.

'boom'

16th shot.

17th shot, remorse long gone,

Eye on sight, preys shivering down to the bone praying for mothers, and fathers to come save them all

but now it's time to show them how dirt really tastes like between gritted teath

Because you never know how bullets taste through beating, live chests.

Now, 17 kids playing hopscotch amongst the stars, up above

Looking down in pity.
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For those who have passed.
(In shitty American schools.)