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Published: Dec 5, 2014

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i. the world would be a better place if
hatred
no longer existed

because
there is far too little time
to hold such bitterness in our hearts.

ii. the world would be a better place if
we found homes
in each other

because
home is where the heart is,
and my heart lies with you.

iii. the world would be a better place if
we learned
to believe in ourselves

because
it’s okay to fall
when you will rise once more.

iv. the world would be a better place if
we accepted
the scars that adorn our bodies

because
there’s beauty
in our flaws.

v. the world is a better place
because of
you

because of your kindness
and everything you do.
thank you.

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apologies for the lack of updates! it seems i've hit a wall with my writing.

not my proudest work; i had a lot of trouble with this. i entered a contest and the theme was, "the world would be a better place if..."

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