It's very difficult to describe the feeling when you ponder that so many children have died in such a horrible, violent manner.
So much potential gone.
So many brothers and sisters, sons and daughters, grandchildren, all gone.
So very senseless.
In the end, I suspect that's the point: it doesn't make sense. And it never will.
There's a time and season for everything. Now's a time to mourn. We can argue about gun laws later.
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