sometimes when I'm playing video games I start to hate myself because I know it was probably manufactured by some tiny not-white child who eats a meal or less every day and won't live to see thirty years of age. what makes it worse is I know that I either don't know how to fix that or don't care enough to. I mean it's no one's responsibility to save the world but why not try?
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I spit bullets in my feet
Every time I speak
So I write instead
And still people want me dead
~msc
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