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why are our lives filled

with vague darkness

and why are we addicted

to self inflicted suffering

when even at dusk

the world is full of colors?

the dread of living to fit the frame

made walk through traps to uncertain end

is weak who thinks of closer end

is weak who can't live well

an invisible rapist

binded my hands

blindfolded me

and deprived me

of decision

and will to survive

to set my path

a mission to last

the impotence to at least try

to find a place in this fucking life

self confidence non existent

so insecure, so weak, the stench

inferiority

is my place

binds my hands

pokes out my eyes

ignorant submission

to time's pace

to expectations

to death

I wish to die to avoid the duty

of making everyone happy

everyone, but me

and through the clouds broke light,

melody sang in my ears

painting pictures of delight,

and somewhere far it began raining