What do you do
When you are tired and imprisoned by your own thoughts
What do you do
When you suffocate, frustrate, reprimand your soul to the core
What do you do
When all these things are done to you
And you are told it’s something you did?
You would run right, fight the thorny prison bars and you will run
But What do you do
When you are again surrounded by the shrouded masks of unheard ugliness
What do you do
When sugar coated bullets you swallow taste bitter once and for all?
What do you do
What do you do?
Emaciated from the pain
Do you feel anything but agony
Do you fight or do you break the spite
I dont know what do to do
I dont know what to do….
Mellifluous Murmurings 
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