pessimism at it's finest
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The day I grew pessimistic of the world I knew I could longer run under my mother’s breast and curl The moment I felt the undefined shadow pierce my heart
Land of the free, home of the brave A prideful, great nation built on the mounds of forgotten Native American graves Built on the backs of still unnamed and chained slaves But of course, everything has changed
I think i've been saying goodbye all my life. Sure I say hello but the whole time i've got one foot in the door ready to make my getaway when things go south because I am one of those things.