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I don't have words for what happened last night. It makes me sick. We were at a different theater. But still. It was so close. It was so easy.

Why do these things happen? Well, I don't know and I don't know if I ever will. The first thing I thought of when I heard the news was that they were just trying to make the movie come to life. Not going to lie. I was a little disturbed by the movie itself. The darkness of Bane. There were moments I stared at the bestby like, did he really just do that? Who could think of that? Yes, it was a good movie. The photography/what do you call it in a movie? was beautiful, the music perfect for every scene. The theme of never giving up and strength from within shown through the whole thing. But I'm probably never going to watch the movie again. Because I'll always think of those people, and the sick sick feeling in my stomach. And wonder if violence in movies had some effect.

This is all so scary. But I'm alive. Still breathing. It's hard to let fear go sometimes. Have to get rid of it though and replace it with hope. Yes, there is darkness in this world. Lots of it. But there's also beauty. Faith. Love. Hope.

My thoughts and prayers are with the victims of the Aurora shooting.
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  1. Shelby ClarkJuly 20, 2012 at 10:27 AM

    The situation in Colorado breaks my heart! It is so incredibly sad and just reminds me that we truly never know what will happen in our life and that it is so important to be happy NOW! I don't blame you at all for never wanting to watch the movie again. It would be hard to with such awful emotions and memories connected to it! Thoughts and prayers to the people of Aurora!

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