thoughts towards the struggle
• Written by Anonymous
everyday i wake up to the same old feeling
this house, this weather, it's fucking cold n deceiving
I cannot help but feel like i've been told to keep believing
But why restrain my believes?
when brains decide what leagues
we remain tied up freaks, fuck the weak!
people have thought and so do i
but still my opinions don't mean a dime!
why is everyone so choked up on pride?
they forget the true meaning of might
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