Kyle's Poem

They grow old in fear of growing up.

They create idols out of nothing and make lesser of themselves and eachother.

They preach selflessness in one ear and out the other.

They are hiding from the truth.

Some will die young, some will die old.

Life will go on existing, while they go on pretending.

Never will they know passion, justice, honesty.

Only falseness and contentness in the very same.

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