The Spam Queue

Inspired by an article John Scalzi posted on his blog.

{I am|I'm} tired.
There are many things {weighing|pressing down} on my shoulders.
This {world|society|plane} has no room for {dreams|hope}.
They drag {you|me} down and never let us go.
She's {unhappy|sad|crying}.
So is he.
I can't {fix|solve} anything. I don't know how.
All I ever wanted was for her to be {happy|safe|smiling}.
But the {world|society|plane} won't let her.
She's {bullied|beaten|insulted} every day.
I can't {fix|help} her.
He's {broken|lost|caged}.
I can't {free|heal} him.
Who makes the things of {wonder|beauty|art} when the world doesn't care anymore?