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the world's in shambles -
i contradict my earlier self
by stating
the world is not a happy place.
why must it be so?
why is there
destruction,
violence,
hate
no matter where in the world you are?
no matter who you are, there's someone
who hates you
why?
YOU ARE READING
past oblivion.
Poetry"what can i really say?" used to be my words, when i didn't know as much. when i got older, i responded to myself. "everything." now, i realize that i can use my breath to speak on everything in existence, from dust on jupiter to the depths of hell...
