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We have raised generation after generation,

Of people so desperate for a way out,

That they throw themselves from rooftops,

Into vices,

Out of reach.

I know people so hurt by the world we live in now,

That they would rather dive headfirst into the unknown darkness of the afterlife,

Than wait for things to get better.

Why can’t we build a world

In which people would be content to stay?

- J

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