human life

Sun, 03/08/2015 - 19:32 -- got7

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our life is filled with debauchery and decadence

we start wanting to be held 

and scream at our discontents.

 

gratitude becomes meaningless bouts of words

and narssicism takes place

of our natural blackbirds.

 

to what do we owe our lives to?

alcohol and drugs seem to be the only things that matter

in our trivial view.

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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