crave emotion.
a home to return to.
in the end we are all just searching for hope.
a shelter to get us out of the cold,
to tell us we belong.
the terrible reality of the world is not to be disgust.
dirty sidewalks and old tin cans.
see but don't speak.
i know you see the starving man on the city street,
yet he is still he.
hungry.
stuck.
it's human nature to become an addict.
some it's an excuse to be shit.
money.
it's the one thing not everyone can have.
but why do they deserve it and not us.
we are one in a million yet,
we are one in the same.
craving the same love and affection.
somehow only focused on ourself
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Poetrythere's nothing keeping you from the realness of the ever declining world, there is no good or bad. you just exist. (poetry collection) this is just a rant poetry book about my struggles. thanks for everyone that is reading it. it's comical that i'm...
