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Is the glass empty or full?

The world is a bad place
So you can't persuade me that
The world is full of kindness
because when it comes down to it
I know that everyone in the world is immoral
And I will not trick myself by saying
That people have good intentions 
So don't worry I will constantly remind myself
That people are corrupt
And there isn't anything you can say to get me to think
People try their hardest to be moral and just
because no matter what
The world is evil
And I'm not in the place to trust that
There are good people in this world
Because I look around me and think 
Is the world as bad people say it is?

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