THESE DORKS I CANNOT HANDLE HOW CUTE THEY ARE
I exist in a world where people die prematurely for greed. People actually die in this world because of greed. We are all products of earth yet someone, somewhere decided he owned this, or he owned that. We actually have to pay and slave away at school, work and society to prove our worth; to who?
A world of poverty which is artificial and a world of terror, war, conflict and pain which can be gone if only we were at 1 with ourselves.
But that’s not my business. I’m not rich and I don’t own the big corporations. I would rather die if I knew someone would lose their problems. Anyway.