The night

The city is silent all my friends are gone the only thing left is just me and my thoughts every night my mind reminds me of things I don’t wanna remember I’m haunted by my past fighting to not repeat it but the harder I try it seems like I’m condemed to do exactly what I’m running from.

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We have been told that the good man always wins and that in this world receive what you give but how many times have you been good and still got nothing how many times have you been tortured and were forced to let it go because you couldn’t fight back. It’s so sad how they make life seem so simple but in reality it’s just a constant battle.😏