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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Life is Life

Here I am again, 

asking when o when, will this stop?

When, o, when will I be on top? 

Life is a battle, this I know

and they say what you reap is what you sow

But when you see "good" people die

You just have to ask yourself why?

Hearts are breaking everywhere, people walking in despair.

Tears hitting the pillow case in a sowly, steady pace. 

Hearts wide open, love to give. 

Sometimes requited love seems to be a myth.

Parents leaving their kids behind, like a Netflix-show on rewind.

Partners abusing one another, 

Brother killing a brother. 

People hearing, but not listening to what is being said, 

people you like leaving you on "read". 

Children dying from starvation,  loving fathers dying from surgery complication.

Do you understand now when I say

when o when will this end? 

Because some, I think, don't have any more strength to spend

Submitted: May 09, 2020

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