Flutter...flutter
The heart quivers
It ripples, crippled by pain
Ripples from deep within
Slowly bonds with shame
Rising to the surface.
Emerging...emerging
The pain it shakes me
The isolation breaks me
I know not where to run
Nowhere safe I see
It breaks me.
Quelling...quelling
Must meet another day
Cannot let it take me
Life goes on
In pain I face thee
I do because I must.
Endure...endure
To face it all again
I’ll do it again, I must
My turn is up
All hope to dust
But I shall do it.
There is no choice.
It’s do or die, crumble or try.
Cannot escape this trend.
There is no choice.
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