Changing Times

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By <i><b> ♥ Break The Tradition

laying in the clouds looking down on the world watching as the time passed by the world unfurled children playing in the street is nothing but a dream no longer is the world a safe place for them to roam never is there a child in sight it seems once there were lovers who held together forever now there are broken hearted fools losing their innocence to early nothing to gain only to lose men and women treated with no respect clucking tounges and shaking heads no matter what people do it seems peer pressure is what everyone dreads young adults so sad and alone drugs and drinking blur thier reality of truth as they take one more hit they lose a little more of their youth people walk outside their homes into smog infested air complain about it all then drive away and don't care the world keeps spinning and times keep changing from better to worse things seem always to get how bad will this world get until mass destruction until death is no longer a threat

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