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Feelings we have

Actions we start

What is really going on?

Born, 

not all of us are given a chance.

Then we learn, choose, and pick,

come of age,

Decide for ourselves, 

and create our own reality.

Wrong. Right.

Living this life.

We don't get along.

Everything and everyone

has such strife.

We learn to deal with things

sometimes with love

sometimes with hate

I think for the most we've become

care free

Careless, emotionless, with no sympathy

Humanity has become I,

instead of we.

So isolated in our minds.

It's either you or me.

Never have hope,

never have trust.

As long as we all bleed blood,

and breathe the same air,

Whether we like it or not,

It will always be us.