Windows
We look out our windows and view the world as it is
We look through windows and discover undisclosed truths.
We look into windows, we see the lives people are living.
How they´re living, the exclusive things.
We have windows to see things. See things that makes us enjoy life; nature.
But as we look through windows we can see struggles, happiness.
We see life.
If only us as individuals had windows
We be able to see through others and see their nature.
What they go through, we wouldn´t be so quick to judge.
If only
We all had windows.
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