UNRAVEL
As I look down on the world. I see hings a s they begin to unfold.
The more people that I see travle to me their lives begines to unravel.
On the outside people may look like adults, but yet they are alll affraid to admit there own faults.
As humanity continues to further there ideas of idiocracy, then theyre will always continue to b eideas fillled with hypocracy.
The memories that are left on this earth may be faint, but in the end as humans we cannot escape our fate.
As long as humans cannot admit there own faults as an issue, then this cycle will always continue.
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