Who am I
who are we
Why are we
Such bad people
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the body we carry about is just a vessel that helps us navigate through this life, and all materialistic things are just decorations that we wear to make it in this world. True life is in being, in feeling, there is nothing like it
I like this poem. One poigniant remark in this poem: Why should we cry About something we can't change. This is a very good point. If we cannot change something then we must get used to it. There is no choice. I guess it is one of lifes little lessons. This poem also seems to dwell on people emotionaly destroying each other which gives it a deep dark emo style to it. Excellent.10/10.