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Again,
I travel this same path again.
I live this same life again.
When will I ever escape?
When will I be free?
How?
How do I break from this curse?
How do I escape this glum, boring life?
How do I make a change?
How do I save these people?
Why?
Why are we like this?
Why do we all have to blend in?
Why are we all so depressed and dead inside?
Why doesn't someone save us?
Is this it?
Is this all life has to offer?
Is this all I live for?
Is this how I'm supposed to live?
When?
When will I be free?
When will I be saved?
When will everyone be safe?
When will life finally change?
Again,
Tomorrow I will travel this path again,
Doomed to live this life forever.
We will always be trapped in this life.
Unless.
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Obscure Distress
PoetryJust a bunch of poems I write in my spare time. Lots will be depressing so be aware of that. (If you know me personally don't worry as not all of these poems refer to me and are not all happening as of right now.)
