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in this country, we waste so much food in a country where people go to bed hungry if food doesn't sell then it gets thrown away perfectly good and edible food just wasted it could have been handed out to homeless people or people struggling to provide for their family they could've gotten many meals if only we didn't waste food poverty and homelessness would decrease it's so amazing what people can do when they have a full stomach the work they can accomplish
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May 6, 2025
May 6, 2025 at 8:00 AM UTC
waste
The weight of the world as it waits for the red, red earth to move a collective breath held as a personal fear is shared For a news cycle, we care and choke a little at the tiny coffin before clowns and sabre-rattlers blind us from the graves behind
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Feb 8, 2022
Feb 8, 2022 at 2:25 AM UTC
Metres
I believe that we can do something incredible We just have got to put our minds to it We are capable of being the generation that changes life as we know it For good, or for worse But I do strongly believe it will be for good It is time we took a stand for what we believe in Our voices will never be acknowledged unless we make them so So go out to the middle of a park and scream until your voice gives out It is time we start in uprising It is time we grabbed our fate and said "No, you'll listen to me now. Not the other way around." We are capable of great things it's time we do them
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Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 7:47 AM UTC
Great Things
today I missed you. I missed something so toxic something noxious that I couldn't breathe that I couldn't believe what had happened I couldn't believe the time that had passed and, it made me sick to my stomach as I began to plummet into... memories
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Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 1:21 PM UTC
stockholms
I do what I want when I want and how far along I have to go to become better.
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Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 1:19 PM UTC
Simpleeee
Good for you for leaving me. Without a moments hesitation. Good for you for moving on. Without a second thought. Good for you to consider yourself, even when I was there. Good for you to ignore me, when I gave you everything and anything I could spare. Good for you to do what's best, even when it crushed me. Good for me now to say goodbye, Because I'm better off without you.
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Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 3:18 PM UTC
Good for You
Good evening reader The world is rotting, you can see the decay Humans get more restless, you can see it everyday. Killing, depression, despair, it grows worse all the time. frighteningly so So in this document is information that you need to know Your mission, dear reader, should you choose to accept it Is to take charge of good karma, love your fellow man and protect them And where you see hurt in this world today Help change it, don't just document it. Okay?
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Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 1:07 AM UTC
Mission Impossible
Get up and dance Put on those moccasins that make you move from out in France  Into the Indies then Polynesian isles. Pour the green skies upon those frozen and dried out.  Bring gratitude to those whom frequently pout  And the mission to gain commission How the mantras from mamas mouth  Shoot from the sky. So sly the way we will slip into the nostalgic reminisce  Lights on the red carpet  And the set of lies  Are we doing this?  We don't mention How Buddha ******  Budapest in the name of the most auromatheraputic  And orginally tell the Chinese nike labourers who do this.  Though they suit me,  I resuit this with prudent force for those law benders  Of the b.a.r. We will cough on tough tycoons and yet bow to stars.  Oh my legend, how far have we looked and have we come  Jumping out of the Nintendo Nes(t) We have entertained our self enough   We've won son. But find me lagging on a wooden broom  Brimming on the outskirts of your psyche  Just when you thought  Sike you didn't not cite me. Please bibliograph my flight plan or pattern  And as you gaze upon the moon I make my second meander on Saturn  The orbit  In finding sudden satisfaction with norbit  I've asked. How bliss is ignorance?  We blend all the blinding lights of the prism and still white and ****  Siss  Disdain on dose dat ain't domestic  Still ******* kicking and  My legs are there to test this  Theory  and jeering with slack  I'm looking back.  I fear the peers of tired whites and blacks  Those that act that they have nothing to loose  By continually hitting the snooze  Oh we will leave you like leaves grounded in the grooves  These four leaf clues  Clovers, slipping out of my palms  Mark you like wolverines claws  Like jar heads Jumpin in to the jabber jagged jaw of jaws  Subservient marine.  Prate in the truth of those words until you(they) know just what they mean.  Ya seen?  Good?
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Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 10:32 AM UTC
Justforyou.
Get up and dance Put on those moccasins that make you move from out in France  Into the Indies then Polynesian isles. Pour the green skies upon those frozen and dried out.  Bring gratitude to those whom frequently pout  And the mission to gain commission How the mantras from mamas mouth  Shoot from the sky. So sly the way we will slip into the nostalgic reminisce  Lights on the red carpet  And the set of lies  Are we doing this?  We don't mention How Buddha ******  Budapest in the name of the most auromatheraputic  And orginally tell the Chinese nike labourers who do this.  Though they suit me,  I resuit this with prudent force for those law benders  Of the b.a.r. We will cough on tough tycoons and yet bow to stars.  Oh my legend, how far have we looked and have we come  Jumping out of the Nintendo Nes(t) We have entertained our self enough   We've won son. But find me lagging on a wooden broom  Brimming on the outskirts of your psyche  Just when you thought  Sike you didn't not cite me. Please bibliograph my flight plan or pattern  And as you gaze upon the moon I make my second meander on Saturn  The orbit  In finding sudden satisfaction with norbit  I've asked. How bliss is ignorance?  We blend all the blinding lights of the prism and still white and ****  Siss  Disdain on dose dat ain't domestic  Still ******* kicking and  My legs are there to test this  Theory  and jeering with slack  I'm looking back.  I fear the peers of tired whites and blacks  Those that act that they have nothing to loose  By continually hitting the snooze  Oh we will leave you like leaves grounded in the grooves  These four leaf clues  Clovers, slipping out of my palms  Mark you like wolverines claws  Like jar heads Jumpin in to the jabber jagged jaw of jaws  Subservient marine.  Prate in the truth of those words until you(they) know just what they mean.  Ya seen?  Good?
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When I was born we stock together flock of a feather a Grandpa said, Love was true we pulled through, houses grew, families grew, peace was "koo", but soon who knew; drugs came through, your dads generation grew, an there came a few  who's minds where stew in a sense; starting trouble killing each-other. Single mothers came more common. Prison's grew an the rich of course, who started this course for the generations to come. Now your here where RnB, hiphop, & rap pump through your blood, confused on when to love, an why to hate. Unconsciously not knowing you grew with rage on shoulder, in your ear, in your rear, while you run a race in life, mostly of waiting to truly live, not wanting to love because of fear, fear which only brings trouble. Pushing the right people away, wanting the the wrong to stay. Commonly no one adds war which if it wasn't country to country, it was state to state, city to city, block to block, house to house, Dad's to son an mothers, an you can't forget **** Peace was never truly pushed imagine it starting from 1 house hold, love an peace growing an flowing, that kid became a teacher who taught true love an not to hate. How an why each race should date, and that maybe we need to be listening to our hearts an ours souls instead of or minds an our flesh less an less caring for one another!
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Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 7:57 PM UTC
Being Born into Peace