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Absurd


She screams to the city the city don't hear she screams out of Rage and out of fear For the lives of the kids who will be dead pray for forgiveness this day we dread Say a little something for the lives that passed cries of the living heard at the mass Our thoughts go back to a happier time what's mine is yours what's yours is mine they share their past will they share their tomorrow's Children of the lost son will the Sun rise tomorrow Guns don't kill people do this is what the man said to you how can I believe in just words when right now the whole world is Absurd
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Diana milliard

I've been writing poetry since I was 16 years old. I have about five or six books that I've written freehand. My writing is my soul

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Diana milliard
I have one line that I need to fix It's a third stanza our thoughts go back to a happier time what's mine is yours what's yours is mine they share their past will they share their tomorrow's Children of the lost son will the Sun rise tomorrow

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