Strike_of_fate
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Bothered

Face;
yours, what it represents.

Space;
too much,it grows when I get close.

Fake;
it's what this has become.

Truth;
I look for it but it's just not there.

Love;
no longer unconditional, just for social status.

Greed;
we've all acquired some aspect.

Hate;
unaffected use, unknown power.

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