The world
The world is crazy, but never slowing down
I see so many different people whenever I look around
Black, white, yellow, and red
I see all these people inside my head
But why do we hate the way people look
I know we didnt learn this hate from reading a book
If I could change one thing I would start with this
Because If we didnt hate each other becasue of our looks life would be a bliss
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