This is my last sentence: We all belong here.
This is her last sentence: We all are loved.
This is his last sentence: We are a community.
This is their last sentence: Good will conquer evil.
This is our last sentence: Never stop believing in the good of the world, love till it hurts, and stay your strong, beautiful selves.
Posted in response to the challenge Sentence.
We broke it.
We broke international law.
Gone are the rules for countries to follow in accordance to each other.
For if we didn’t, why shouldn’t they?
Sure, we didn’t sign on it.
But breaking it is still wrong.
Gentle as water sliding down your face,
A voice like a bell.
A smile as delicate as a rose,
But as strong as an eagle.
Hands and arms with ink scribbled over them like tattoos.
Hair like a sunset.
Every time I open my eyes I see a different world staring back at me.
Sometimes it’s beautiful.
Sometimes I hate it.
Lately, I've seen more hate than love.
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