While the world exists, how does one justify living in heaven, are you special, you worked hard and succeeded, made more than what was needed, so much disposable income, do you remember the days you lived with your mom, and the ground is so cold, so many found lacking, without shelter from the storm, some seeds are scattered and so many have never escaped the dirt, flowers grown in a greenhouse, and when it blooms, your father partakes in it, some of the worst places to be, do you know how it is to be raised by the streets, everyone wants to get ahead, who are you willing to pull down, so you can climb over them, in the depths of the abyss, so close to the suction, just try to think of it, a life that’s valid, according to the principles and laws of the world, what is fairy dust, and what floats, so many built their homes in the clouds, and I'm left here wondering, why hell still exists…

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