A Hard World

The world is a hard place with hard people carrying theirs around like columns on their backs making it even harder for them to know just how much the world has broken in their rubble And some revel in their ashes And some build palaces And some think it's just fantastic And some go on helping others knocking weight off their backs But never let someone fall so low that they sharpen the edges of our trash As the world is already a hardened place Then why should I be so?

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