The World
Life as it is today,
can't picture it without a frame.
It's the hardship that keeps everybody to think,
like was it meant to be.
Or do we just sit and let life play it's part,
emotions play there role as my body gets weak.
So what do we call the world today?,
just a little piece of our heart.
This is the world as i see it.
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