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The world is ill
Worst symptom: Us humans
Friends are like painkillers
They take away the pain,
But as soon as they’re gone
It comes back double
You either live for yourself
Or live for others
Live for yourself: you end up lonely
Live for others: you get used to get tossed out
Either way it’s pure torture
Best Friend: always beside you
Until you run out of cash
Worst Enemy: there to help you no matter what
In our hearts is always pain
At our hearts people always aim
To everyone our feelings are a game
Broken, shattered, now being picked up by a crane
Love is an illusion
A trick by the human brain
When you have to sleep
With one eye open
Because your “loved one”
Might betray you
The world gave us a home
We showed our appreciation by chopping it up
Now all we do is seek and destroy
It’s in the human
The human needs to make others suffer.
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