People are so different from what they say,
They say a thing, They mean another,
But they always love to hear, How good they are.
Be it by blaming another, or knowing how bad the world is.
And thus, they finally know,
How blessed they are,
As always ego rises again, feeling superior
Now, they can do things again,
And make the world, feel better.
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