Joyce Rugg (2/21/1996- / olean new york)
Sandy Hook Horror
just another day, quite mundane
it seemed like nothing would change
lives were ended casually
just targets once they're in range
who could commit such a crime?
what could make such a monster?
was humanity trapped inside?
slaughter and sorrow reigned there,
quiet heroes passed away
as joy morphed into terror
all faded to red and gray
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