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Distorted World


Why

Why did

Why did we

Why did we make

Why did we make the

Why did we make the world

Why did we make the world the

Why did we make the world the hell

Why did we make the world the hell it

Why did we make the world the hell it is today?

Why do we always

Judge based on things

Race, Religion, Body Shape

We are not perfect so what gives us

The right to judge anyone

We are all imperfect

Why do we judge

No

One

Has that hour glass figure that everyone covets.

You’re either too skinny or you’re to fat.

There is No in between in this terrible world.

We are outside Fighting wars against each other

when we could spend

Time make peace and loving each other.

This is the way of the world distorted

From what it really is

See those for the inside not for

What they look like.

Distorted

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