Three degrees of separation from me,
A girl walked to her car,
Headed for work,
When a woman walked up behind her
And shot her in the back of the head.
Two days on life support,
Then death.
Her organs went out to offer life to others.
One degree of separation from me,
My friend deals with the fourth death
In two months,
Knowing a fifth may come at any time.
And so we pray.
What else can we do?
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