The World

I long to help this world become a better place. But know one will really help me to help the world. They are right. I am only 12. I can't help the wordl, try as i might. Not untill I am 18 maybe, and take me seriously. But when I am 18, the world will be hanging onto humanity and peace by the skin of it's teeth. I can feel my heart bracking, slowly, from knowing the world (by world I mean the human population, not the planet), doesn't perticualy give a damn about us. About me, or my future. I long for the carefree happy laughter, that occupied my childhood. But I do not hear it. All I hear is yelling and screaming, gunshots and bombing. I long for happy smiles from children, but like the laughter, it isn't there. Instead I see death and misery and disease. That is what has become of the world, and that is all we will ever see...

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