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Humanity knows nothing, and everything is a question, from the insignificant to the minutely less insignificant, like why did I have a bad day, and why does the universe exist.
In a city where I wander,
Who is poverty?Where did it come from?What will be its remedy?Why does it cause so much pain?When can we eradicate its name?How do we begin to let our lights shine and ruin its fame.?
I envision something great I envision a lady in charge. She will strive to achieve her goals no matter what obstacles are in her way,
Thoughtless actions win, Losing myself to darkness, My past never leaves.
All is transparent I see every truth and lie Ignorant am I?
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