𝖾𝗅𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖺𝗇 ❥︎ ─── 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 !

𝘅𝗶.

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𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝

i'm so tired of pretending
every new image i have to portray
this circle of life is never-ending
it's exhausting to live in this world
full of dismay, acting like they're condescending.

the crucial words
make my heart sting
stealing, robbing, just crimes
these things keep occuring.

when will there be peace?
even for a second
what's the point of the government
people like police?
If there are no check-ins.

they're trying their best
but that's not enough
people have to raise their voices
they have to be tough.

my insides ache when i see
things like poverty
how would it feel to live hopelessly
their treasures stolen from them, wrongfully.

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I feel like I should add more to this bit I also feel like this is enough.