I Hate Guns!!
(This is a true story)
When a person owns a gun, he has a big responsibility.
something terrible happened to a family that really sickened me.
A girl was killed who was only nine years old.
She was going to get a blanket out of the closet because she was cold.
When she was getting the blanket, she didn't know there was a gun lying on it.
The gun discharged and she was hit.
That bullet sent that poor child to her grave.
Because of her parents irresponsibility, she couldn't be saved.
I've hated guns eversince I learned that she got killed.
I pity the parents because of the pain and guilt they must feel.
She didn't even live long enough to wear makeup or to learn how to drive.
If her parents had kept their gun locked up, she'd still be alive.
But sadly that was something they didn't do.
If you own a gun, please take responsibility or the same thing might happen to
you.
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