This is smearing the line between leisure and labor/
Parading around all hours of the night praying for a savior/
This isn't a hobby it's scavenging for a purpose on this planet/
I never asked for this these acts were thrusted upon me for reasons I can't fathom/
Ill received deeds from the kin sparked this chain reaction/
My downfall spiraled into motion, I never thought this would happen/
Innocence was lost when the smoke finally cleared/
Death is calling but I won't answer cause his presence is ever near/
With the blood already drawn I knew to stop kicking/
Were all unique until the spirit isn't willing/
Naturally nurturing forces forced me into solace/
The darkness was my only comfort without I was worthless/
It's tricky when your only endeavor will lead to your demise/
Happiness will drive away the ambition, perhaps continuing on isn't wise/
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Yeliw (
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I don't know what you are going through but seems to me that it is strong and hard to bear.
Everybody has their problems and I hope that explaining and coming to terms with mine through poetry can help others deal with theirs.
Yes, we do. Sometimes it is unbearable.
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