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Seperate


From what we use to think of who we can trust

Who we grew up with, share with, and have with a passion

yet turn into people who are power hunger, greed, and filled with lust

turn against us with action

we can't forgive them

we began to seperate

 

There are other people in the world who would be like us

yet not in our world today

We end up getting hit by a bus

due to the things they do to us in many ways

we intend to try to forget them yet they always come back

 

Why can't it be simple to just ran away from them

to be seperate from them

yet we can't, not in this life

will ther ever be a world wiithout those people

is there a thing of being seperate?

 

yes, only when being dead you are seperate from the world

why be in a world of misery?

where you can be free from all of this

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