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All I see are shapes and colors in an empty void.
An empty world, full of empty people.
I can feel, yet I have no emotion.
"Does anyone understand?" I will ask to the world.
No one hears, it seems as if they are deaf to actual problems.

The rich and happy are the ones who get pity when hurt the smallest bit.
The poor and broken are just tossed away.
We are so quick to judge in this awful society,
Unable to break free from the chains.

So that's why we write, it's a small escape.
A small bit of hope in an empty void with shapes and colors.
And that's why we have to help each other,
But we can't..
Because it's far to cold outside.