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I was out walking my dog this morning. I live in a little town about the size of Weleetka. As I walked along, I thought about Skyla and Taylor. I told them I love them. I told them I was sorry they didn't get to live their bright and promising lives. I told them I hoped they would soon receive justice.
I know they don't care anymore. When someone dies, they take the love with them. Nothing else is important to them. They are bigger than I am. I have the bitterness that makes me hate the killers, that makes me hate God. Every time a child dies at the hands of some monster, I hate God a little more, because he allowed it to happen.
I don't know what to do any more. I sure don't feeling like praying.