Why do I bother?
Why do I fight it?
Why do I try to go against
What always was,
What always is,
What always will be?
I could be in a room
Full of them,
They are who meant
To help you through
Those darkest hours.
And I could shout
'Til my voice goes silent,
'Til my blood runs cold,
'Til i breathe no more.
I could shout.
Yet my voice would be
Like a whisper in the gale:
Unheard
And unnoticed.
That is how it is now.
And that is how
It shall always be.














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