Life is not at all fair,
Injustice lingers heavy in the air.
Humans are always the problem,
Flushing my soul out from the bottom.
Broken promises, false hopes, and greed,
Planting seeds of sorrow in my heart's deed.
Why was I born?
To lament the unfairness that persists?
Why am I living?
Just to run like I'm born to run,
Chasing shadows, lost in a world that twists?
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