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Life swimming up against a current pushing down. Finally reaching the surface, the water refuses to break. Hands push towards the surface, desperate to split the shield. But the water does not break. It pushes down against the palms. The palms of the life, struggling to escape. Fingers press up against the surface, nails scratch and swipe. The body holding life pushes up, so close to air. Yet still, there is no break, no remorse. The air is limited, though it lasts a miraculous length of time. Minutes pass. Hours, days, weeks. Push up and up to no avail. How is there still air in these lungs? The air seeps out ever so slowly. The need for air becoming desperate, but the water disagrees. Is it a pool, a lake, an ocean? Uncertainty pushes painfully against the unyielding surface. Depths unknown, the bottom far beyond reach by even a toe.

It's the warmth of a heart that turns so cold It's the smiles on the faces that now look old It's the hatred in the eyes that once held care It's the fading of the morals and the justice in the air. For when a color holds such hatred, the battle has just started. When the pigment that is seen is judged by those cold hearted. Forget fairness and respect, This world has crumbled to a mess. Where the blind can see, and the deaf can hear But the gifted are less gifted than they seem to appear. When the news is not new; rather, tales of the past When fear creeps in claiming that hope has gone at last Take a stand, raise your voice; make it clear above the noise. Changing girls into women, and the men from the boys. "Isolated cases" in times of isolation The lies quickly spread causing massive trepidation No fear should be felt for a thing one cannot help. Distinguish one from another Criminal from brother. I do not doubt that we are able W...

You took with you my motivation, my care, my energy You left me with exhaustion, fatigue, and depression If I could get over this faster I would, I promise But I don't know how. I don't know how to leave this all behind me All is easier said than done, but I can't even say it out loud If I can't say it, when will I do it? When will I be able to live my life for myself? Help me gain myself back, my life, my fortitude I want to take back my motivation, my care, my energy I want to rid myself of exhaustion, fatigue, and depression The dark hole that sits in my chest and drifts like smoke into my head, fogging my mind I want you to take the bad and forget it so I can too I want you to give the good back unconditionally I just want to live again as I lived so well before.