pricks like us

my sister
is named hopeless
she yells at me
only thirteen
the world can't change because of pricks like you
like you who struggle
like you who know how to fight
like you who know the world is unfair and work against it
like you
but it is
pricks like her
who are more interested in hair
havent taken a day off in months
and dont know how to relax
that make the world stay the same
through routine
throufh time tables
through schedules
through time
time can change the world
but only if you know how to use it


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