Our World Has Changed, And Not For The Better.
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The world we live in today has changed.
The people have changed.
And I fear for the kids, the victims, and the familes that fall ill to this change.
Nobody deserves to live in such a fascist dictorship. In a world where people's body's have become our #1 priority. Where how people choose to be happy is an issue if it doesn't meet our own ideologies, but the rapist next door is at the bottom of the list. The rich eat, while the poor starve and suffer from an endless list of tragedies.
when did we start to be so fucking disgusting?
When did we start to hate ourselves and people too..?
I haven't been active on wattpad, I know, but I continue to see this disgusting behaviour present more often than not and I needed to vent about. I might be a 16yr old girl, but I'm not fucking blind. I can see what's right in front of me. The world today is one I wish I wasn't a part of.
I just needed to vent and wattpad is my safe space.
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