real talk
So here i sit thinking to myself.Is this it this is what its all about.
The world full of violience,chaos,greed is not what we used to dream
about.The wars the lies and the corrupt to.Dont forget about the
monsters dancing in blue.To the ones whos say help and never do.Dont
understand the stress and depression put on me and you.The weight of the
pressure crushes are chest as people in suites tell us what best.As i will
hold my head high choke back the tears and swallow my pride because.when it
all comes down to it they tend to look over people like you and i.Ahh the american dream
its getting smaller you see as they make it more difficult for people like me
but i will carry on day by day still wishing i could of seen that smile on your face.
I guess what it comes down to is i miss you faith. by joshua sederes
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