This is an old poem I looked at and revised. It's pretty much just me criticising how people only care about a person once they're gone. It's me criticising how people will take advantage of a tragedy to make sure that they raise their own social status and how people view them. It makes me sick how people are only willing to care once it is impossible for their caring to actually need to be genuine or helpful in any way.
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