They cry they shake, with every movement they make. They whine they ache, they feel about to break.
We fall we rise, despite their shameless lies. I am wounded and attacked, every moment I'll fight back. I trip and collapse, I'll get up and it won't be my last.
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Infinity
PoetryA dazzling view of words. Multiple perspectives of life and my deepest thoughts and feelings. I write to relieve it all. Thanks for reading! ~Highest rank: #102 in poetry~
