Look into the looking glass, dear Alice and what do you see?
A world of pain which is melting away from the firey hate?
A world of joy and peace, full of laughter from the playing little ones?
People walking down the streets hand in their pockets, wearing all black and waiting for something besides the constant rain.Therein comes outside of a doorway a shinning man wearing white in the town of all wearing black.
Why does he do this? You wonder, little girl.
Dear Alice,
please do not hold what you see against me and all the others here on this earth.Some of us try so hard to make it better, but sometimes in the end, it is all for naught.
As I write to you, in this letter, might you spy out your window to see a dove, with a ripped wing, a show of violence from a place that sees nothing other then war.
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"And to those who wonder and think that it may concern,
I am an individual, free of hate and wide of mind."
I am an individual, free of hate and wide of mind."