I thin fog of grief hangs about
everybody's face,
Small sobs echoed through the halls,
even those who don't know, dare not
speak,
terribly afraid of breaking the fragile
glass
holding everybody together.
Halls full of puffy eyed
schoolgirls
sobbing about pain too old
for them,
breaking hearts,
rent by the finality of
death's icy touch.
Sorry for the late post, yesterday was a very busy day.
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