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Uncaring

The world looks at me
I look back and ask
What do I do
But the world doesn’t tell me
Because the world doesn’t care
It’s cruel and painful
Only looking out for itself
So why do I keep going
And why do I keep asking
The world wants nothing
It’s uncaring
But I still go back to it
I try to stop
And it doesn’t work
So why do I go back to an uncaring world?





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