Pain and Death

Pain and Death are everywhere.

It never stops,      

It never sleeps.

It is a constant thing.

As we’re sleeping;

A girl in New York is being raped,

A man in California is being carjacked,

A women in Japan is being sold into prostitution,

A boy is planning to shoot everybody in a school he goes too,

A boy is taking his last breath on this world from cancer.

It doesn’t matter if you’re sleeping,

It is always here.

Pain,

Death,

Sadness;

It never leaves.

It will always be here to stay.

 

And it doesn’t care if you’re not awake.      

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