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A Dream to close to Reality


If the society we live in today was just a dream and a simple pinch made us come back to reality, I wonder how things would be without all the brutality. Black on black crime and crime in all races, if only you could sit back and look at all your faces, what a disgrace it is. If we have love, then why all the hatred. Oh my what a disgrace it is. Our young people dying daily, the world is sad, yet crazy. I've seen the good , bad, and the ugly. But in a society it all is one thing. No peace in a place that has grown far from the years of the wise , to the years where everyone cries. I bet if you look into my eyes, you'll see a look , a vision of somethings I despise.
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