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Poetry

A song is thoughts, thoughts are the heart. Well, here is my song, my thoughts, my heart.

We All

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by Burning_Sea

by Burning_Sea

We all hope

We all dream

We all cry

We all screw up

We all claim perfection

We all claim kindness

We all claim love

We all claim riches

When we aren't

We aren't perfect

We aren't kind

We aren't loved

We aren't rich

This is reality

Maybe it's not lovely

Maybe it's not kind

But it's the world

And we're stuck here