Friday, August 10, 2012


I crawl and I scratch
For everything I have
I appreciate it all
And take nothing for granted
But there you stand
With everything you were handed
No respect for materials
No respect for yourself
You look down on me
For the minimal possessions
But I pity you
For you'll never have enough
So I hope you recover
From your mental distress
So that you can learn value
And respect for the world

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