This place

When I was a kid I 

Didn't undersand

Why people

Would beg to leave this place

They would call it boring

and ugly

and terrible

It was only until now that

I understand

It wasn't the place

It was the people

This world we live in

offers such beauty

but its often the people

that make it ugly

This poem is about: 
Our world

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Theonewho'ssad

Our world has coem to such a degree to were no one wants to be here

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