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Wasted Years


Love carries on the life that people possess. We know this because hate and evil's hunger is to oppress. Yet we take love for granted and say it's insignificant. All the while, love comes steadfast and diligent. That being in disregard, it's easier to be a part of the world's evilness, And to succumb to its own feebleness. We are a "right now", instant generation. We no longer have patience in everyday situations. We're in a hurry to go nowhere and people are fighting to get there first. And getting there isn't worth all the pain that is being dispersed. We only get worse as each day goes by. And no one takes the time out to find out why. We no longer carry the discipline that was passed on throughout the years. As well as lessons spoke of and passed down to listening ears. If we just take the time out to take a look around. We may be able to see what was lost and where things are found.
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