Constantly they check twice,
Their fate is never changing,
People come and go, objects move back and forth,
The door swings open, shut and open again,
Yet, their fate is never changing,
They call out at all times of the day,
Wanting more but only given less,
They scream to the heavens but no one hears their demands,
Their fate is never changing,
They give up, beg for forgiveness, plead and cry,
Falling, hurting themselves in a long battle to stop the unwanted, to gain the new and achieve the needed,
Yet their fate is never changing.
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