By: Calle Hutch(pen name)
A personal journal that turned into a poem:
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How am I supposed to continue believing?
Continue achieving?
When I can see them seething,
Just because I am breathing?
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The tides will turn one day my friend,
You'll see the way, you'll feel again,
Hope might be lost, but hope is returning,
Mind what's alive, you need to feel the burning.
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Once ripples on a Pond,
Reach the lawn,
Their fate has been decided.
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Now things are getting worse, and what do people do?
They blame the poor, they blame the few, they say, 'We're coming after you.'
They say 'because the gods gave you, a fraction of their power,
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My thoughts put to word,
Have already been heard,
And I don't really know where to start.
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