Privileged

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I never really understood life This constant process looking for a drive Not taking in what was achieved  But looking at the future and old please  I learned that life is a game Some people more constrained 
Tell Me Again of how your privilege is comparable to the suffering of those who built the pedestal you preside on.
The rich are the popular The popular are the elite The elite are the privileged They have no passion to succeed   To be in the aristocracy I wanted for myself before
Green veins Not blue, her warm tone can't show them Those veins reminiscent of cold ice cubes and running streams on hot, hot days Something so pristine that can even be captured in their eyes
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