3one Sunday morning
general – gen – tragedy, angst
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On Sunday, she was a girl. She still possessed that kilowatt smile that belonged only to children; the world, if it where a glass, was half full. She still breathed for every day. She still—
Lived.
On Sunday, she was a girl. On Sunday, she was your daughter. On Sunday, she was your friend, confidant, best friend. And on Sunday it was all ended.
On Sunday, they lost her. On Sunday, she was just sixteen-years-old.
On Sunday, she died.
And, on Sunday, you died as well.
On one bright Sunday morning it was all gone.