The more you talk to this world, The more you get angry anytime and anywhere Simply because our world does not deserve Someone to talk to it for anything, Our world is deaf, dumb, and blind When it comes to greater issues... Our world regretfully is double-faced, 3D-world, and absurd at the same time... It's better to talk yourselves rather than To talk to this ongoing world anytime and anywhere... Our world is dead although it's alive and It's alive although it's in its coffin... It's better for us to go and live in other Planets simply because our world is missing... _________________________________________________ _____________________
Topic(s) of this poem: loss
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