Pointless,
Worthless,
Wretched,
that's all we seem,
to be,
buzzing through life,
advancing ourselves,
in our menial jobs,
instead of advancing,
our kind,
or even,
our community,
we fight wars,
every day,
with no real purpose,
but don't give up dear one,
we can always,
choose not to be,
Wretched
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