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Enraged

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Enrages me to stand on unequal ground,
enrages me to be born in this unequal predatorial society,
where everyone is seen as prey and everyone is trying to be the predator.

The look on every human being's face screams of the same fear and lack of love,
because all that they expect upon them is the same lack of equality that their past has shown,
everyone's a prey and everyone's a predator.

There is no reaching of peace or tranquility,
peace is just the carrot on a string dangling infront of each one of our faces,
giving us that last shinning light of hope,
one day peace will be there as one day we will outrun our shadow.
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Peace is just the carrot on a string dangling infront of each one of our faces.
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dear elise, you will come to realise that even the most beautiful flowers will wilt. in three months rosa’s cheeks won’t be so rosy anymore and you’ll be standing over an urn watering the ashes in the hopes that your sister will grow back without the thorns. she’ll leave them behind, buried in parts of your heart that you never even thought existed and it’ll sting so much you’ll be screaming at family or rather the people you’re supposed to call family to not bring flowers to a flower’s funeral. your sister thought she could hide it behind her petals but she couldn’t and that means you
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