The Place We Live

sorrow, pain, and mourning

every single day it seems to be storming 

Nobody cares about me 

as far as I can see

 

the days go by slowly 

peopel run aroudn doing things unholy 

it's hard to be happy here 

and it's not unlikely to have fear

 

you don't have to be okay 

you don't need to run away

this is the place we live 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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