Nonsence
I used to think the world was unfair
I still believe it is
we all get what we don't deserve
we all want what we don't need
we all grieve when wanting peace
some are happy some are sad
most are left to be thrown with the trash
we spend money on useless things
then let it collect dust rather than give it away
the world needs to change
for one day we will all be treated with shame
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