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by Albara Almerf, February 3, 2019

Wasn’t it peaceful when there were no guns but love.
Now behind every love there is a hidden gun under or above,
Finding the peace is useless when its the hearts that needs the grease.
Stop judging me its the love that you need to release,
Now is that the gun who needs the cease or the gunsmith behind this disease.
The weapon never used its the one who got used,
When you got accused you said it was misused yet you are excused.

Written: February 2000
Tags: Disappointment Emotions Experimental Future Hate Hope Jealousy Life Love People Revenge Sad

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