Sorry,
I feel,
for those which believe,
they matter deeply.
Women,
which know not,
of violence.
That,
know not,
of survivability.
For,
within this weak world.
Beings,
are simply,
playing around.
Deeming,
the simplicity of being,
systemically rewarded,
as,
independence.
As,
actual.
Oh,
how money,
means absolutely nothing,
absent systems.
Absent,
beings participating,
within such.
For,
nothing,
matters.
Nothing,
exist as real.
Be you,
not independent.
Be you,
a silly slave,
forever depending,
on this system,
you hate...
©yungb123
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