Just Thoughts.
Precious world, we have a lot.
We are all one.
As mother, father, daughter, son.
As friends etc.
We live on this world for life.
We scream, We shout, We cry
We say our world is bad.
When really if US
Some Dont Understand me when i say that.
But when you think about it makes sense.
Oh little oh me.
I love it actually.
As a teen i dont hear adults neither teens say that.
You can say anything and it sound like you mean it.
That's the bad thing.
We all say things we dont ever mean.
But its life. its us.
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