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Aug 2018
I am just one of a doomed world
and I do not believe
my life has meaning.
Most people may find it hard to understand that
“our world is essentially a utopia”
is nothing but a deception, and
“society was made to fall apart”.
In thirty years time, we will be preaching to our friends that
they are not the most important aspect of our lives.
My government will realise that
my mindset will forever remain clear because
my ego
is more important than
my environment.
It will be known to everyone that
heretofore
the world consisted of nothing but happiness and serendipity in its purest form
but this will not ring true in my time.
This is a world doomed for the worst.
My elders warn me
My children will be born into a dying middle class.
I do not accept that
I will be working in a job that genuinely makes me happy.
Later in life
science will be useless.
No longer can we believe
our generation is actually going places.
It will forever be obvious that
my future holds as much as an empty glass.
It is sickeningly preposterous to assume
there is hope.
read it backwards when you're done!

this was actually one of my poems from last year that i did for an assignment
petra
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petra  16/F/AUS📍
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