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Thinking Mind


The fame, the fortune,

Where does it all go?

To waste.

They say they help, they say they care,

but reality shows us otherwise.

They'd rather make more commercials to get paid instead of donating more money on their own,

Theyd rather live lavishly than to help the millions of starving. 

To buy a new car instead of saving another life through surgery,

To have millions of dollars and waste it on drugs,

To have all this money and think their world is perfect,

Does it make sense?

No.

Thats just the product of greed and selfishness. 

It makes me think of how humanity has been cruel to itself.

 

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