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Forgive


A boy who was Nine who was cutting lines on both of his arms cause he wants to die this can’t be a lie it’s obviously real life this world need to change it’s always the same people suffering and worrying everyday about what people has made there’s people killing there’s people crying theres children hurt and a lot of dying what is really going on in this world that we live in people making wrong decisions making fun of people’s conditions you need to listen cause it really ain’t right it’s on people’s mind every day and night some mums never kiss and hugs the children so tight it’s not the same always in change everyday is strange the worlds insane all different colours faces guess we are born with hearts why do we have to chase it why do we have to race it why can’t this world be ok or is it gonna just happen all over again 

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