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Why all the games?

Why all the sorrow?

What is the point of living today?

If there is no promised…tomorrow?

Why should I continue these games?

Why should I drown in my own sorrows?

For every dark night, there’s a brighter tomorrow…?

But I’m stuck in these shadows

Amidst dark voices in battle

Feel like I’m wearing shackles

So many problems?

But too many to tackle?

Black thoughts in my black mind

Sitting here in plain site

But…so…hard…to find?

Wondering what God has in store?

Feel like an empty shell just washed ashore

Tryna live a new life with no open doors?

But why?

Why me?

As I pray on my knees

I ask God…

I ask God…Please?

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