6 Billion People,
6 Billion souls,
6 Billion hearts.
6 Billion happy,
6 Billion sad,
6 Billion angry,
6 Billion scared,
6 Billion people.
6 Billion depressed,
6 Billion lonely,
6 Billion hide,
6 Billion fake.
6 Billion damaged
We have about 6 Billion people in this world,
These 6 Billion have all bee depressed, lonley, hidden, fake, angry, happy, scared, and sad. My point is we all have been through the same things, so how can we say we are lonely and no one understands, if we ALL have been through it?
6 Billion
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wow what a poem. a it is very true. there also are people in this world a lot worst off than we are. we need to thank God every day for what we do have, not what we don't have.