Visual pain

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One moment can change your life,
All it would take is one sharp knife,
Every second that you walk forward,
Feels as though your are being dragged downward,

Everyday the air gets thicker,
The damaged get sicker,
Every breath is a struggle to take,
The light and smiles are all fake,

Every Hour that passes the pain is hard to hide,
The happiness is harder to find,
Life gets pushed and shoved and molded,
In to what society fits in to the box all folded,

The damaged are easy to spot ,
All sitting out ready to rott,
Silent tears steaming down their faces,
Leaving  very few traces

Years pass and no one sees,
That your not cut by the same keys,
Struggling to breath and fight,
Trying to hold your head up looking for light,

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