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Is the world any brighter
    than what I can see,

    Everything is so dim
I'm unable to see any glee,

  Stuck sitting here wondering
how the world is suppose to be.

Silently crying my eyes dry
    as I'm lost to the fray,

Because the world is quite chaotic
     thinking what can I even say,
  
    Wish I could see some color
but all I see is this world of gray.
Emotions sinking too low,
so I'll let the needle burrow.

Deep into my bloodstream,
a quick fix is your scheme.

When it's happiness I need most,
think I may find it in a lethal dose.

We take, inject, smoke and drink,
for it's much too tiring to think.
Slit the veins of truth,
see all of our ugliness
spill from this society.

That stole my youth,
as darkness hit my eyes
with fear and anxiety.

Please end all of this grief
and let's show loveliness,
maybe live in coalescence.

Our lives are rather brief
so can't we all be allies,
Isn't love life's essence?
When dreams are so vivid,
all my memories get rigid.
As I don't know which are real,
but nothing has ever been ideal.
So I'll simply write about thee
As I sip my confusion smoothie.
We're all humans so
why is there a problem?

Our minds are different,
but we're the same species.

No one is better than anyone,
we're all just stuck on this rock,

So why don't we just get along,
Instead of slaying our own kind.
Aren't we all homosapiens?
You only need one reason

To stay alive that is

Sometimes it may be large

Or it may be small

But a reason always gives you purpose

We're all worth the same

Despite fame, politics, and other nonsense

That in actuality doesn't matter

You are you and only you

And you will never happen again

Don't take your beauty away

Because the fact you exist is truly beautiful
You're beautiful in so many ways you don't expect, keep breathing please.
And stay strong even when you don't know when this storm will end.
We're scared
Of Dying
Scared of

decaying,
evaporating,
disappearing,
disintegrating.

Because­ we can't quite
yet predict the weather.
But we can surely put
two and two together.

And we know
we must mend.
For our story has
to have bitter end.

But we'll try to
set out a plan.
Live our lives
best as we can.

Till that one day
we greet death.
Finally breathe
our last breath.
Why do we fear
the inevitable?
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