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Dec 2015
I wish that the world was a perfect place
where we could all live without being harmed
Realistically this world is a disgrace
our solace coming in the form of arms

I wish that the world was not such a mess
Terrorists and guns, I can't find the love
There's blood on his hair, there's blood on her dress
will we ever find strength to rise above?

I wish that we could be beautiful once more
Too many are lost, too many are gone
No more soldiers to ever hit the floor
of this **** place that we dare call home

If ever are we to share a kind heart
we must first decide to give love a start
Alyssa Hatch
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Alyssa Hatch  Massachusetts
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