This is not a poem
Its more of a thought
A feeling
A question
And it is this:
Why are people not content with what they have?
Why do they not appreciate the ones who love them most?
Why do they cheat in little ways?
Why do they keep secrets?
When one is so devoted
So loving
So depandant
And the other can destroy their life
In seconds
And not care
Why are people so selfish?
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