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One shot changes everything One more shot of vodka takes a family away in a drunken crash One shot from a gun could take an innocent life One shot of medicine could save someone
I stare, High up, towards the shining glittering sky, Where I see glowing stars, posed as glimpses of promising hope Millions of stars, Millions of opportunities,
I never know what choice to make, Be it right, be it wrong. I never know which road to take, Be it right, be it left. I never know what to do, Be it this or be it that. I never know who to trust,
Where could I get sympathy? For my nationality? For my Race? My Hair color? Eye Color? My religion? My Gender and Sex? I am a White American with Blonde Hair, Blue Eyes.
I knew a girl that never wore shorts or short sleeved shirts, she never wore shorts or short sleeved shirts. I mean it’s something that no one really thinks twice about or even once about her.