The World
The world is a cruel place.
It cares not about your feelings
Or what you think you need.
It's full of suffering
And unnecessary pain.
It's full of broken hearts
And broken dreams.
The world does not serve you,
You serve the world.
What you want doesnt matter
And it never will.
You do what you have to
In order to survive
And sometimes,
Surviving is the hardest thing of all.
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