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The End
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my poems My world is hot, humid, and scary
My world is full of divisions, keeping one another weary
My world does not know what it feels like to be cold
My world is filled with people fitting into a mold
My world is surviving each day
My world does not know how to pray
My world is violent; full of pain and fear
My world is questioning when the end is near
My world does not know the meaning of unity
My world is void of community
My world is empty of thought
My world does not know the dangers it has brought
My world is run by technology
My world is a fake autonomy
My world does not know of any feeling aside from hate
My world is a dark, isolated fate
My world is full of murders; leading to its dying out
My world does not know that it is coming to the end of its route.
