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This Perfect world
written by The_wisp_of_the_wind
11:05 PM 3/31/05
Whats wrong with this world
Everyone here just wants money
They don't care about helping others
They laugh at things that arn't funny

What happened to the families
Parents always seem like they don't care
And kids feel like it's all over
People around us make it seem not fair

No one understands
Why we all live with a broken heart
Cause everyone here is blind
This world is torn apart

There's no more normal families
We all fight like it's world war three
Damage our lives and our country
No one here even tries to see
Why we all live in
Misery

This perfect world
Isn't as perfect as it seems
We all live with
Broken dreams
No one hears
All our screams

Everyone lies to me
They scream and yell
Cause they can't tell
We live in hell

So go ahead call this place
A perfect world one life thats dead agian
Here we go
Heres our end

Watch as we fall
This perfect world this perfect place
Watch now
Watch the earths mental case


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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
To anyone who thinks this world is perfect and so are they

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» Comments / Feedback
by XxBrokenSmilexX (4-1-2005 - 12:57 AM)
wow thats good and its true the world is just geting more fucked up every day

by trina (4-1-2005 - 03:26 PM)
i like a world like that so very much but can never find one just like it

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