• overthinker_thoughts 6w

    And the bottom line is no person
    No relations come with us
    Once we are gone. Maybe this world is a prison
    With only morals and fuss.
    The ploy is that we amuse someone
    Who never come in front of us.
    We fight each other and say begone,
    Or we stick together and dicuss.
    Our stings are terrible like our thoughts
    And emotions even less worthy 
    The moral is that we live distraught
    And seek happiness for eternity.

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