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Aug 2019
Have you ever felt like screaming…
But know one hears your thoughts.
It’s like I’m living this daily
But only ten times worse.
The world should be our canvas
But instead we are its curse.
So when will it end..
When the human race has been dispersed.
Oh No! …this is not a twisted plight….
I’m not a tree hugger
I just don’t think
Killing the living is right.
The world is a dark place. Let our words be the light.
Written by
Faizel Farzee  34/M/South Africa
(34/M/South Africa)   
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