my perfect world
In my perfect world, everyone is kind. Any girl who has ever snubbed another will come to the realisation that life is too precious to waste it with snide comments. Everyone who has every taken advantage of their beauty, will descend from their high horse and hold hands with those of our level. The words "fat" and "ugly" do not exist.
In my perfect world, cancer is an illusion. Diabetics can eat all the chocolate they like without endangering themselves, the mentally ill will clear their minds, and Alzheimers sufferers will recognise their friends and kin. No family will have to hold the hand of a loved one as they slip away. No one will come home to bad news. And no one will have to be the one to deliver it.
In my perfect world, there are no armies, because there is no war. Every disagreement is settled by compromise, and when compromise is impossible, then equality comes close behind. There is no weaponry, there is no navy, and there is no cavalry. No one will die painfully. No one will die young. No one will die at the hands of another. There will be no racism, no antisemitism, and no discrimination. Everyone will be loved.
In my perfect world, my parents still love one another. My grandmother knows who I am, and Gary will get to see his sons grow up.
In my perfect world, there are no detentions. There are no break-ups. There is no prison. Because there are no rules. Everyone just knows how to act. No one speaks too loudly, and no one shouts except in joy. Money does not exist, but everyone shares what they have, and do not expect anything in return.
In my perfect world, I have green eyes. My hair is ruby red, and long, and it behaves itself. I am three years older, and I am in love. I know what I want and I never get writer's block. My skin is paler, I am slightly taller, and I am slimmer. I have smaller teeth, and they always stay white no matter what. I don't need a retainer, my fingernails never grow, and I can whistle.
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In my perfect world, cancer is an illusion. Diabetics can eat all the chocolate they like without endangering themselves, the mentally ill will clear their minds, and Alzheimers sufferers will recognise their friends and kin. No family will have to hold the hand of a loved one as they slip away. No one will come home to bad news. And no one will have to be the one to deliver it.
In my perfect world, there are no armies, because there is no war. Every disagreement is settled by compromise, and when compromise is impossible, then equality comes close behind. There is no weaponry, there is no navy, and there is no cavalry. No one will die painfully. No one will die young. No one will die at the hands of another. There will be no racism, no antisemitism, and no discrimination. Everyone will be loved.
In my perfect world, my parents still love one another. My grandmother knows who I am, and Gary will get to see his sons grow up.
In my perfect world, there are no detentions. There are no break-ups. There is no prison. Because there are no rules. Everyone just knows how to act. No one speaks too loudly, and no one shouts except in joy. Money does not exist, but everyone shares what they have, and do not expect anything in return.
In my perfect world, I have green eyes. My hair is ruby red, and long, and it behaves itself. I am three years older, and I am in love. I know what I want and I never get writer's block. My skin is paler, I am slightly taller, and I am slimmer. I have smaller teeth, and they always stay white no matter what. I don't need a retainer, my fingernails never grow, and I can whistle.
In my perfect world, it is