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Created on: September 15, 2008
That Fatal Day
It has been two years,
But not forgotten.
Time has passed,
Though I remember the events
As though it were yesterday.
My mind fills of memories
Of that sad day,
Of September 13, 2006,
Of the shooting at Dawson College,
In Montreal.
Every moment comes back.
Every emotion felt fill my body.
I am reminded of every thought
I had during those moments.
Forced to grow,
Forced to change,
And quickly became a community.
The young innoncent teenager is gone.
I am tired of being a scared, terrified young woman
That I have become.
Part of me wants to let it go,
But I can't.
Because it didn't leave me alone.
It is now inked in me.
The event, the victims, the moments
Are all inked in me.
They should be remembered.
They are worth remembering.
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