my new poem

"My reason for living"

My dream is to save this world to help everyone that really needs it
even if it kills me i will make this world better
to much killing and starving people in this world
my dream is to help them to start a company
and make money and help everyone
people in this world don't care
about others anymore
all they care about is
themself
They see people hitting there kids and they turn a blind eye to them
they don't stop and help the kid, girls are getting raped in this
world, and people really don't care it makes me sick to hear
this stuff all over the news, people like me are a dieing breed
the breed of nice people, why can you help people that need
help i don't see why you just don't care people like you make me sick
if you were in front of me right now i would hit you, people like you
make this world bad, why can you see the wrong way
and the right way, why do you keep hurting people
is it because your parents hit you when you were little?
trying to make yourself feel better, what ever it is you need
to think long and hard about yourself.
i have one question to ask all of you

What is your reason for living?

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