seven billion

there are seven billion puzzles on this third rotating planet each one has their troubles in this world that we inhabit these seven billion mysteries hold secrets left unshared they all have their histories but their futures make them scared and these seven billion riddles leave you speechless, without answers with pieces missing from their middles we're unconscious of their cancer

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