Pain
All around this world is this word called pain. There is a lot of people causing it but nobody to blame. Love is the savior but nobody is using it sane. Why should a child suffer while a millionaire blow money? Everybody want to laugh but nothing is funny. Why shall I suffer with getting money to better myself? Because the world is so messed up, it can't help itself
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