Wrong
Wrong.
All the colours have gone and they have moulded into one;
All the people's voices seem like a faded silent hum.
All of my emotions all congregate together like a massive headache yet to come;
All of my dreams are conflicts of which I some how feel quite numb.
All of this means nothing like the Earth keeps turning on an axis to the burning sun;
All the words have cobwebs on them like a vocabulary that's gone.
All the streets are empty with no children having fun;
All human beings have a big bubble round them that revolves around them and only some.
All the rivers in the world all seem to flow as one;
then why can't we without ever hurting anyone and then I look at the news and I know something is so quite terribly wrong.
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