Current World

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Walking barefoot on the ground, I seem to understand it now
I dye my hair black to reflect the world outside  Other colors don’t mean anything now Have already been like this for a while People and the streets seem abandoned and grey
How did you manage to get this way?
A letter to humanity, With every new opening eye, I cry A new sigh, a new eye Born into this world Into the flames of splendor do we find ourselves to be
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