Depression
Sitting alone in
a desolate room
waiting for someone to help.
Hope
A shine of light
in the pits of despair, a
feeling all is not lost. Dream of
a child
Love
sweet, sincere
skipping, dreaming, hoping
head in the clouds
happiness
Betrayal
The sting of a
friend hurting you for their own
gain, tossing you aside like a
old toy.
Sorrow
Helplessly drifting
into depression you wait
for death to save you.
Hate
The tug of your Soul
when you see her, you feel need
to rip hers apart.
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What if right now we got rid of everyone with the political authority to kill other people, and everyone who would take their place?
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I'm not sure when, but humanity has somehow progressed from "Don't hit your brother" to "Don't bomb that city."
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