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Destroying the Disease of This Age


She's not me

         I'm not him

               They are invisble, only I'm seen

 

I am myself only, I am responsible for me, my future, my college, my family

If you were to die, I would turn a blind eye

If you were to fall, I would be to embarassed to pick you up

If you were to cry, my pride would just make me walk faster

    So face it....

                        IN 

                            THIS 

                                  COMMERCIALIZED

                                       INDIVISUALIZED 

                                           WORLD

                                                                         NO ONE CARES, NOT EVEN ME.

 

So pick up that pained face homeless

        Stop looking at me poor mother

               Walk on handicapped veteran

                     BE QUIET ORPHAN! ENOUGH WIDOW!

 

But wait,

     now I'm sick

           I need help,

               I lost my job

                   wait, will anyone help me? Please?

 

Oh no! I let all the hopeless die. 

        I let the fatherless wither

            All the poor are gone

                  And    Now    There    Is     None    To   Help    ME.

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