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Disposable World

If it's old, or if it breaks, Don't think twice, throw it away. Bigger, better, nicer, newer, Tablets, phones, and computers. Houses, cars, husbands and wives, Nothing's good enough in our disposable lives. We're taught to hate imperfect things, Taught to replace and throw away, Taught to wish for better, Never settle for less, Our disposable world Accepts only the best. And we wonder why We're ashamed of our flaws And why we're insecure But it might be because Our disposable world Says we're not good enough So what should be pride Turns into disgust. We are worth so much more Than all items combined We were born good enough But we fall for these lies. We aren't mass produced, We are one of a kind. So the disposable world rules Do not apply.
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Written by
breanna-stockham
American
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Written by
breanna-stockham
American
Published
Sep 11, 2015
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33·134
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#trash#worth#confidence#flawed#imperfect#better#worthless#rules#valuable#disposable
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