It's not bad. It's worse
Nobody knows. I could walk out my house and die, I gotta stay on my toes. Society is messing up how these kids grow. Social media and television has reached am all time low. Just the other day I heard a kid talking about a fight. A fight that he won last night. But he was a stupid and loud kid. Talking to much about what he did. This boy no older than 12 shot a man and was proud of it. Didn't even shed a tear, ain't that some shit. I acted like I couldn't hear him but I was so disappointed. How could we let all these kids become so disjointed. I came home to my younger brother and sisters and gave them a hug. Because they were one of the lucky ones, not bit by the corruption bug. Corruption has been running through for years changing children like a curse. People that are older blame the younger and the younger blame the old but what they don't understand is that it's not just bad. It's worse.
Its so much worse...
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