Isee the white
Shining into me.
Many of them
Hundreds, thousands, millions even.
The world is a big place...
Filled with love, war, pain, and everything else.
We don't all get along...
But we do have things in common.
No matter how much we take from each other, no matter how much pain we cause...
We will always have a smile.
Everyone is different, and has different beliefs, but we all have smiles.
Everybody.
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