Fear of Loosing Us
I wouldn't change a thing
about this horrible and beautiful world.
Sure, it's full of stupid, terrible monsters
But they mix with the wonderful and exciting,
so much so that
I can't tell them apart.
The world is not perfect,
and neither are we.
The ugliness of this place we call home
is what makes us human.
So I wouldn't change a thing,
in fear of losing us.
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