I want to escape this deabate

But I feel like it is to late.

Crawl in shame thinking about fate

Unriched from the depressed mate who looks like he'll make something off of this tainted brake

Rusted from hate

can't find my drain to pour out my demolished brain that feels like a pain.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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