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false reality...(poems)

all you could hear were gunshots...

and screams covering the halls.

people were running for there lives but don't make it out.

blood was everywhere.

broken glass all over the floor.

as police shot from outside but shots were fireing back.

there last words would beg to live with tears running down there face.

with a gun to there head.

another life gone...

eric and dylan's dream is another's worst nightmere...

- (m -reb)