When will it end
I sometimes wonder why we were brought here?
Was it mainly exercising reproductive rights
Or was it to multiply the heads that will continue to endure the never ending pain of living with nothing
Why do we really have to keep going while there’s no way?
Would it not be best to stop?
Forget that, maybe that’s not what we were brought here for
Is it really living while we constantly fight for survival?
While we have to force ourselves to carry on to the next day?
When will it stop?
Maybe when life ends?
Does it really stop?
Does it ever gets better?
I bet not
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