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Imperfect World
In a perfect world, I would be happy.
I would smile, laugh.
I would feel joy.
I would pick flowers and make bouquets for the one I love.
I would love, in a perfect world.
But this is not a perfect world, I am not happy.
I do not smile, I do not laugh.
I do not feel joy.
I do not pick flowers and make bouquets for the ones I love.
I do not love, in this imperfect world.
This world produces pain and sorrow.
We all feel it.
Hope? There is none left
This is an imperfect world today, and it will be an imperfect world tomorrow.
I would smile, laugh.
I would feel joy.
I would pick flowers and make bouquets for the one I love.
I would love, in a perfect world.
But this is not a perfect world, I am not happy.
I do not smile, I do not laugh.
I do not feel joy.
I do not pick flowers and make bouquets for the ones I love.
I do not love, in this imperfect world.
This world produces pain and sorrow.
We all feel it.
Hope? There is none left
This is an imperfect world today, and it will be an imperfect world tomorrow.
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