The view from my bedroom window

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I wake up every day and look out of my window at the world. 

It may be a little piece of the world, but its mine. 

I know that one day, i will die and the world will disappear 

an ache sets in and I begin to apprecite the view. 

Suddenly race, sex, age, religion doesnt matter in my mind

     We 

         All 

             Will 

                   Die

Every living being that comes in the world, will leave. 

Isn't it smart to love what is versus what isn't. 

All different shades of color and it never rubs off. 

Why try to change, hate and discriminate when in the end 

we all have the same fear of death and we all want nothing less than to live.

                             There IS beauty in diversity. 

That is what I see outside of my window. 

What do you see out of yours? 

 

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