Life...Not Really
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The life lived to please another
Is barely a life
It's filled with a painful strife
A strange pain it is, like no other
But why be bothered?
When people's only objectives
Are to hold others as captives
Humanity's desire to prosper, smothered
There will never be a day as equal
There will always be a food chain
Where we feed off of others pain
Telling children that everything is fair, is quite deceitful.
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Not mine
Just love it.
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Not mine
Just love it.
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