If the world wasn't blind
If the world wasn't deaf
If the world wasn't dying
Maybe it would notice
It was destroying itself
Maybe it would know
The only one to save
Was itself.
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For All The Young People,, Poetry
PoésieA book strictly dedicated to poems. Poems by myself, others (given credit), and you, if you'd like to submit. If you would like to submit a poem, leave a post/comment down below or PM me. *Rules for submitting*: -Preferred to have a title, not nece...