I, too, have suffered deep disappointment.
I, too, have been hallowed by burning loss.
I, too, have drowned in the depths of insoluble sadness.
I, too, have bloodied my fist on the walls of frustration.
I, too, have boiled my blood with agonized rage.
I, too, have wept alone in darkened despair.
I, too, have felt incurable pain.
I have never,
however,
considered -
that the only solution -
was to terrorize -
and slaughter -
the innocent
by the fire of deadly bullets.
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