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Resignation

The severe strike of his bleeding hand, A sea of scarlet like in no man’s land, Nobody knows, nobody cares, Why is life always this unfair?

Persistent pound of frustration and rage, My life a neglected, vacant page, No one to read these worthless words, The past has no possible cure.

Future written by a mad man’s beating, My thoughts, my feelings twisted, happiness fleeting, A fleeting memory that fades away, Abandoning me to face another day.

Determined droplets hammer the weary window, rain, rain, rain, A storm of sorrow, suffering, pain, pain, pain, Rejected, dejected, nowhere to run, Why would he beat his only son?

And I just can’t deal with it anymore, Can’t find a way out from it all, Should I give up, give in, escape his sin? Take my life into my own hands, Be like everyone else in no man’s land.

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