Life
Why?
Why do these bad things keep happening to me?
Blinded.
Blinded by this enveloping rage, I can not see.
Alone.
Parents split, siblings flustered, Away at school.
Alone.
Must push through the stuggle, distracting myself with school.
Blinded.
Stuck in a vicious loop - a never ending cycle.
Why?
I can not say - must keep going to see what comes in another day.
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