I hate the feeling of nostalgia.
There's nothing positive to reflect on.
Childhood memories are like broken records.
In pieces and useless.
Society places its' members in boxes
And outcasts those that,
Choose not to conform to one.
But when all is said and done
Everyone is lonely.
The world we live in
Is evil. Crime looms over
Every street corner. Whilst covering
The sad state of depression
People are in.
There's nothing positive to reflect on.
Childhood memories are like broken records.
In pieces and useless.
Society places its' members in boxes
And outcasts those that,
Choose not to conform to one.
But when all is said and done
Everyone is lonely.
The world we live in
Is evil. Crime looms over
Every street corner. Whilst covering
The sad state of depression
People are in.
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