Violence keeps happening in our world.
The passion to kill is increasing.
We come up with organizations to stop the violence.
The violence seems to be increasing.
Families are crying, and loved ones dying.
It is hard not be depressed.
You hate turning on the news.
All you see is another person being murdered.
They are being taken away from their family.
It is really sad.
I really want the world to be a better place.

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