There are things I lost,
And I still can't return their cost.
New life was not so cheap,
But I decided to always keep.
I promised I would change all bad
In the world.People took me as mad,
Not realising they were the ones to be
dead.
Now,there is only sadness to be,
I understand why kind ones want to flee.
Hope doesn't exist anymore,
People have got devil to adore.
This is final end,
Look at people destroyed.
It is fashion to offend,
It is fashion to be annoyed.
Fashion
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