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We woke up on Tuesday morning to a horrific tragedy.

We were told that there had been a terrorist attack at an Ariana Grande concert in Manchester. Total shock flooded the country.

The words "Not again!" tumbled from numb lips.

Hands flew to mouths, people gasped in horror as the extent of the tragedy was swiftly unfolded.

At the time, 19 innocents had been killed.

Our heavy hearts sank in unison, knowing that there would be grieving families. The rest of the UK couldn't imagine what the people of Manchester was dealing with as devastation set in.

An innocent, joyful night turned into one of horror.

I shed endless tears for the young girls screaming for their lives as they rushed to escape the arena, terrified and completely helpless.

I shed even more tears as I looked upon the rising death toll, realising that the victims were far, far too young. Their lives had suddenly ended before they had even begun.

I feel a heaviness where my heart should be.

Knowing that eight year-old Saffy will never get to hug her mother again, or walk through the doors of her primary school with her little group of friends, smiling and ready to learn.

And the mother of Olivia Campbell.

Desperately searching for her daughter, only to be told that she is dead. Olivia will never see get to see her sixteenth birthday.

There will be 22 funerals in Manchester.

22 families saying goodbye to the son or daughter that was cruelly ripped away from them, never getting to hear their laughter or lay eyes upon their children ever again.

Time will go by, and the incident will soon be forgotten.

But those families will still be missing their loved ones, both parents and friends asking the same question over and over again...

"...What if...?"

They blame themselves, thinking that they could have done SOMETHING to prevent their deaths, anything, just so that their friend or child could still be alive today.

Our hearts have been broken.

But the spirit of Manchester hasn't.

James Corden's tribute rings with truth; "I'm telling you, a more tight-knit group of people, you will be hard-pressed to find."

And I can tell you, as a Briton, life will go on.

We will grieve, we will cry for the lost and for those who have lost. But we will Keep Calm and Carry On.

Just like we always do.

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