The brightest star dimmed and no one cared they took it for granted plants died still no one sighed it got cold and only the kids cried animals died but no one blinked a eye violence broke out and only the billionaires got scared it got cold no one cared we take to much for granted it's like our brains are disconnected from our heart we are only tart and when we are told we're doomed we don't believe it the truth is a pill we don't want to swallow but if we don't we live in a bubble of nothing is happening and we become hypocrites not believing a word. Matt h 2024
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The mind of a poet and a writer (A TRUE STORY ABOUT ME)
Poetrythis is a book about me and my life and my poems. Also, it has poems made by me that talk about real stuff, and some are disturbing. enjoy (Some poems might be triggering)
