Broken, Retched World

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Broken, Retched World
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Everyday we ignore how truly broken this world is.

We tell ourselves that the world is okay, that we’ll survive.

Truth is: not only is this world not as pleasing as it all seems, but we are all a bunch of liars.

I can sit here and tell you how happy I am to be alive and well.

I can tell you that I am thankful for waking up each morning, and breathing in deep air.

But what I won’t tell you is that I am just hiding behind my smile, my laugh, my words.

Hopefully if I am optimistic enough it will shelter me from this broken world.

My own reflection will keep me safe from the negative interactions on a day to day basis.

False. Its just more lies.

We are all waiting on someone to come and save us from this retched place.

WHERE ARE YOU?!?!





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