Affliction Abounding

Crumble crumble to the ground
Crying crying we all fall down
Waiting waiting to be found
Not showing even a single frown

Sadness surrounding standing still
Consuming continuously clamping down
Hitting hurting hindering hill
Trampling tattering tearing town

Hill a painful journey
Town a hurtful embrace
Circumstances a sign i'll never be free
Mask a device to hide my face

Love is a cliff on which i fall
Caring is something i dare to do
Will i make it through it all
Will i be one of the very few?

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