Time after time,
Time after time,
Time after time.
Destined be, destined to struggle.
It pumps fast, and hurts tightly.
What if You take it all away?
What If someday there is no more to feel?
They took him into the pit and threw him there, where darkness sings its oath.
Now he only knows to wait, as he develops patience.
Knowing how different he is from other creatures, gets disturbed, yet not losing his stoic expression.
It's always there, even though his only wish is that he could cry untill everything turned to dust.
The walls are slippery.
Legs and feet are not strong enough.
Everytime he falls again, new wounds become apparent throughout the body.
"How Will I recover?"
Destined to be.
No choice.
No coming back.
Point of no return.
"But couldn't I climb this?"
This sole thought keeps him wondering...
"Come forth to me?"
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