Who Too

M. Renae Dubois
Apr 15, 2024
1 min read

Reality, it does not exist

Except in minds that experience this

The thoughts, impressions and the hate

Determine partly of our fate

What we think begins anew

What they think its not of you

They're thinking of themselves at first

But do not wish on you the worst

They do not care, they think they do

Remember now, its up to you

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