Privileged
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I never really understood life
This constant process looking for a drive
Not taking in what was achieved
But looking at the future and old please
I learned that life is a game
Some people more constrained
Tell Me Again of how your privilege is comparable to the suffering of those who built the pedestal you preside on.
The rich are the popular
The popular are the elite
The elite are the privileged
They have no passion to succeed
To be in the aristocracy
I wanted for myself before
Green veins
Not blue, her warm tone can't show them
Those veins reminiscent of cold ice cubes and running streams on hot, hot days
Something so pristine that can even be captured in their eyes
