Do Spare Those In Dispair
I have hate in my eyes and shackles on my dreams,
Every day my hope repeatedly tears at the seams
I hear you whisper to put up my fists, but its these struggles that cut up my wrists.
Nobody here wants me, I'm wretched and alone
but I guess it doesn't matter, its the only life I have known.
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