When?

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When will the sun shine in my mind and not just outside?

When can i see children play and not worry about how they will end up as they grow?

This world we live in full of sin and hate

Is also full of wonder and worry

We wonder why no one can see through the fake smile plastered on our mouths

We worry how much worse the world will be when we have children

The murder and the sadness

The frowns and anger

When will it end?

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