Burned into Sadness

Where people are different colors.
And people are racist.
And where no one knows who they are.
And where people ask who they are and why they are here.
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So i was told to write a poem about my happiest memory and this is what a wrote:

Memory is a tenuous thing...
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As the old saying goes,
'sometimes loving someone
means letting them go.'
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Like a dot(light) comingor edging slowly towards the red light where everything stops and the sun will shine no more.

Then it rains and a smile spreads across.
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Someone
To love
And
someone
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The world sucks.
I hate the world.
The world hates me.
I wish it didn't
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