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Forever striving,
A painful strain,
That in words,
Can't be explained.
A confirming darkness
Approaches on an empty street.
I stand
Dumb, blind, and unable to move my feet.
Suddenly, the street is filled.
But a path is cleared,
Mine to walk.
I walk it slowly,
Afraid to talk.
They see me burst into speed.
Trying to make a last effort
In this tragedy bestowed to me.
They laugh and piont and wonder why
I don't just give in and die.
Why, WHY is it blood instead of tears I cry?!
In the trials that await me,
None should be so hard,
As the ones that I should face
When my inner soul is barred.
Barred by anger, pain, and suffering,
That I shall never be the same,
As I was the day before
I discovered pain.