Trudge Along.

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Blindly, I walk into this constitution for the blind

Seemingly knowing my place amongst others of my kind

Placed by the rules set by constant condemnations

Forced upon me and others in a loathing discrimination

I've lost myself in this war of criticism and disgrace

Slowly becoming a lifeless wanderer in this loathing place

I, along with others, have become a part of the living dead

Killing, murdering, and deceiving for the smell of hot bread

Tears drop from my eyes

As I have become a victim for constant glares and sighs

I bear an invisible pain

It penetrates every inch of my body, insisting on showing the world my gain

I have chosen isolation as my remedy to this emotionless pain

As I've no where else to escape from this treacherous terrain

Silence comforts my perturbed mind

Only to poison it with thoughts of all kinds

I bear these thoughts with all my might

Waiting for my obvious loss in this one sided fight

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