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Lockdown
We’re on lockdown rn.
Some sort of email threat to the school.
They don't know where or who the threat came from, but police are here, trying to figure it out.
I saw them in the hallway.
I love you.
Kinda funny how I don’t feel scared at all.
Our lives are wrapped around the trigger finger of this kid, and I feel completely fine.
Mostly fine.
I love you.
I don’t know when or if this will end.
The period was over a minute ago, but I guess we don’t have to worry about that.
More study hall, I suppose.
I love you.
I hope I get to see you again.
I hope that this was just an awful day, an awful joke, an awful dream.
I hope I can go home today.
I love you.
Don’t die please. I love you.
Sounds like a plan. I love you too.

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I wrote this poem around the emails I sent to my parents immediately after I found out my school had been threatened and locked down. We had next to no information, only whatever our imaginations could produce. Still, instead of panicking, as those in peril often do, I simply checked my exits, wrote this poem, and continued studying for Biology. That is what scares me most of all.