Dead End Street

When I was young,

The world was a safe place.

People were angels.

The streets were painted white.

And there was love.

Now.

I’m older.

The world changed.

Smiles were hidden behind masks.

They frown.

Their faces were one of disappointment.

The city streets were covered in filth.

Humanity was swept under the rug as resentment watched over the world on his throne. 

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