The Real World
So it seems to me,
how life is so long it seems.
But in fact it can be short.
Wonderful lives end..
Because of pressure,
so here i write to my surrender.
How can this world be so corrupt so vile,
and can you think back to a day when you,
were once a child?
Oh how innocent i wish i were to be,
to see this world in reality,
seems to kill me.
I understand why people smoke weed,
because only then can you be freed.
And if you took one solid breath,
that might once lead to your death.
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