Poem: untitled

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It’s easy to burn. All you have to do is care.

Everyone thinks they can save the world, but we can’t save anyone.

Because if you try, the vultures

They scream they scream they scream they scream

They scare the goodness away and you’re alone.

And it hurts it hurts it hurts and you’re alone.

And I’m scared and tired and burning and I’m

Ready to go home.

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