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There is a jerky employee Who delves into a fantasy. One day, with a smirk, The person goes berserk. Right now, he is stuck in China sea.
Debates seem civil, But when there is politics, People scream, "Me, me!"
How come this universe exists, When we have verily no unity? How are we even humans, If we don’t embrace humanity? We live this life as a joke, We’re not real in reality. We consider ourselves divine,
A destiny, a change in what we see as the worlds eye another doesn't know there life began this journey through every expirence to every sorrow, a bond is born into a trust between two,
I am not broken Because I need things to be just right, Because I worry about the little things, Because my fears are unrealistic. I am not broken, you just don’t understand. I am not broken
Out in public You can get looks For the way You blow your smoke Not giving a damn Who walks by And you still Swear like a sailor On the phone
When at a door a common thing Is to knock your hand on that door. But is that door meant to be knocked on? Is your hand meant to knock? Or is your hand meant to build that door