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If our world has peace

Isn’t it good for the community?

They will feel that they’re at ease

It's easy to make people agrees

About a plan that they will be surely happy

If our world has peace

Once they got their justice

They’ll be free from suffering and be totally happy

They will feel that they’re at ease

For their justice, they don’t need to say please

Criminals and syndicates will be in jail for their cruelty

If our world has peace

Not hearing or no signs of gunshots near trees

People are sleeping in their houses sleepy and deeply

They will feel that they’re at ease

Justice will be serve

And the frightened will be heard

If our world has peace

They will feel that they’re at ease

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A sadness lingers, a weight on my heart, An emptiness that tears me apart. I'm lost in thoughts, with nowhere to go, Alone and cornered, with no one to know.

Anxiety grips me, like a tightening rope, My mind racing, with no sense of hope. I'm trapped in my mind, with no escape, A prisoner of my own thoughts, in this darkened space.

The world around me seems so far away, And yet, I can't seem to break away. The loneliness consumes me, like a flame, And I'm left here, feeling just the same.

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In 21st century literature we believe.
A tapestry of stories to weave,
With voices from all corners of the earth,
It reflects the beauty and pain of our worth.

From page to page, we find ourselves enthralled,
With stories that resonate, that make us stand tall.
With characters that feel so real and true,
We find solace, and a sense of what to do.

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How long should i wait?
Sitting in this park bench I hate
I hate the coldness it gave
Everytime I sit, it feels like a grave

Then i saw your glossy hair
Never seen a maiden so fair
Starstruck to you isnt fair
I try to not hardly stare

A day of hearts we met
A meeting I wont forget
A chance I will get
Meeting you I wont regret

Your bright eyes are like the sun
Your blue hair looks fun
Your smile really shines
To me you're like a sunshine

Cant find the right rhyme
Nor the right time
I really like your style
Perhaps can i be your valentine?

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Don't compare your chapter one  to someone else chapter twenty

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Don't compare your chapter one  to someone else chapter twenty

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This pen's ink does lie.
A receptacle for stories that soar to the heavens.
Words that pour from unseen depths,

A world was sown from a murmured story.

With each stroke, a new universe is displayed.
Secrets are revealed, and emotions are described.
The pen is a conduit for dreams to fly.
A lifetime's worth of knowledge is written in its ink.

But heed with care, as stories unwind,
For every drop, a piece of mind.
Ink may leak, but fear not the stain,
For even spills can beauty contain.

So let the pen dance upon the page,
Chronicle your journey, let thoughts engage.
For in its leaks and scribbled grace,
Lies the essence of your unique embrace.

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I often ask myself, "What's my purpose except being a friend, daughter and sibling" but I am out here living. I also love to express my feelings by editing some random clips I took when I'm outside. But to answer my main question here, I think every one of us has a purpose in this world, we just need to find it out. I'm currently working on myself and I'm proud of it because I believe that small progress is still a progress