Suffering Smile
The world goes 'round
Round for days
Humans make sound
With no delays.
No colors are alike
Just blended lights
I'm color blind
to endless fights.
We live,
We breath,
We eat,
We die,
Create
A
Realm
Without a lie.
Each to their own,
we endure to suffer.
Let my living be,
each to another.
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