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If Hugs and Sorries Fixed The World
Through the road of the past
Some of my memories make me laugh.
Many of them haven’t stayed to last.
Through the track of the coaster
The wood splinters remind me child of poster
I can never be to life blooper reel hoster.
Through the doors of closets
I can only make so few composites
Of the words in my pen to deposits,
If hugs and sorries fixed the world
Then maybe they would mean something in this world
Then maybe we wouldn’t have a need of balance in this world.
