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I've got pain in my head and hurt in my heart.I'm running it off, but then I stumble and that just feels like another trial I have to go through. This world is filled with many roads and most of them are bumpy, but then you have those that feels like you're on a one-way trip heaven. Why can't I find that road? I want peace and pleasure, not tornadoes or any other bad weather. When God created this world, it was meant to be pure, but people are acting very immature. I tried to go get the mail, and there I saw a dead body laying. I went to go get gas, and there I saw a dead body laying. I went to see a movie with my friends, and there once more was a dead body laying. I haven't seen a world that had so much hate. They take it out on innocent people. People that they don't even know. Why hate? Why destroy? Why kill? Why steal? Why not love? Why not love the person that put you here on earth? Why not love the people that loves you back? Why not endure the fact that you're already here, so make the best of it? People were created to be loved and things were created to be used. The reason the world is in so much chaos, is because things are being loved and people are being used.
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