me

 Like rain my tears do not end 

I ask for them to tend to me,but selfishness terns into greed 

that only pours right out of me,into a river that we see

an evil river that cannot be described,but still I continue to cry

for once I start,I cannot end 

for once I end,I start over again

This poem is about: 
Our world

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