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A little piece of what reality should be.

Submitted:Feb 19, 2007    Reads: 65    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

What I'm waiting for I'm afraid will never come
I am waiting for the day everyone may find someone to love
And be loved in return
I am waiting for the day to come when no more people fight
In the name of terrorism or by all means any violence
I am waiting for the day when anyone can be accepted by others
No matter there religion, sexual prefrance or skin color
I am waiting for the ice to melt
I am waiting for the mountains to crumble
I am waiting for the world to catch fire
Then, that would be my reality


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