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I’m sorry for the gunshots, the bullets, the pain. I’m sorry for the blood that won’t wash out with the rain. I’m sorry for the bombs, the explosions, the tears. I’m sorry for those that take pride in our fears. I’m sorry to the world we keep scarring with our hate, I’m sorry for those who think it’s too late. I’m sorry for the chaos, the confusion, the madness. I’m sorry for the mornings stained with fresh sadness. I’m sorry for the terror, the darkness, the night. I’m thankful for all those, who still chase the light. 

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