life is a place of hate and anger now the streets are full of danger. in the world there are many gangs stabbing, shooting BANG, BANG, BANG. they take the life of a loved one why do they do it? is it for fun? how is it fun when they do this when they know the person will be deeply missed as days and months pass by and by all you can do is sit back and cry as you think of the ones that you loved you know they'll be watching from far above.
Reason for writing:
so people new what was happing in the world today
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