Why?

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Higher and higher it piles

Heavier and heavier - it crushes

Everywhere I look

There's no escape

Mercilessly they push me

Harder and harder they pound

The pressure mounts

But the doors stay tight-shut

Body struggling, suffocating

Compressed at every turn

Spirit squashed, beaten

Battered, pulverised

Yet I try

Bombarded from every angle

I try

To spring back up

But there's needles in my eyes

Hot coals under my feet

An iron fist in my side

Shards of metal penetrating my heart

And as the tears finally fall

I only wonder - why?

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